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'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as read more
"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as the night settles around the foxholes.
Bravery is believing in yourself, and that thing nobody can teach you.
Bravery is believing in yourself, and that thing nobody can teach you.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show,
Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow.
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.
The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through
his iron, through his blood.
[Ger., Zwar read more
The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through
his iron, through his blood.
[Ger., Zwar der Tapfere nennt sich Herr der Lander
Durch sein Eisen, durch sein Blut.]
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How read more
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How can I see the gay, the brave, the young,
Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung!
In joys of conquest he resigns his breath,
And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
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
