In cold blood he leapt into burning Etna.
[Lat., Ardentem frigidus Aetnam insiluit.]

In cold blood he leapt into burning Etna.
[Lat., Ardentem frigidus Aetnam insiluit.]

Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, read more

Our God and soldier we alike adore - Just at the brink of ruin not before - The danger past, both are alike requited; God is forgotten and the soldier slighted

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they read more

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a
divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urguentur ignotique sacro.]

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
And read more

I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
And they brought back bodies of living men,
But their eyes were fold and dead.
So, Buddy no matter what else the fame,
No matter what else the prize,
I want you to come back thru The Flame
With the boy-look still in your eyes!

And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the read more

And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he
went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam.

The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to read more

The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:--
A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave,
Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods
The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
Compassion breathes along the savage mind.