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I thought of myself as a species of knight errant attacking dragons single-handedly and rescuing musical virtue in distress.
I thought of myself as a species of knight errant attacking dragons single-handedly and rescuing musical virtue in distress.
Moral excellence comes about as a result of habit. We become just by doing just acts, temperate by doing temperate read more
Moral excellence comes about as a result of habit. We become just by doing just acts, temperate by doing temperate acts, brave by doing brave acts.
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and read more
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
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.
Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]
Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]
MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that read more
MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
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.
