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Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, read more
Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, but song alone,
The deeds of great and noble souls.
[Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann,
Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang;
Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann
Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
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No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
[Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans,
voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one
might be capable of doing before all the world!
True bravery is shown by performing without witness what one
might be capable of doing before all the world!
Bravery is believing in yourself, and that thing nobody can teach you.
Bravery is believing in yourself, and that thing nobody can teach you.
O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.
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.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
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.]
