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.

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.

Fight till the last gasp.

Fight till the last gasp.

The brave find a home in every land.
[Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]

The brave find a home in every land.
[Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]

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.

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.]

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.]

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.

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.