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A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, read more
The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,
Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.
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.]
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
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There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
Though a whole town's against him.
In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
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In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
[Lat., Rebus in angustis facile est contemnere vitam;
Fortiter ille facit qui miser esse potest.]
At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. read more
At the bottom of a good deal of the bravery that appears in the world there lurks a miserable cowardice. Men will face powder and steel because they cannot face public opinion.
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.
