'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
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The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crowned).
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserve the fair.

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.

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.

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.]

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!
. . . .
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

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.]

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.

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.]