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Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more
Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!
Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]
Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]
Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will forever exist,
universally among Mankind.
Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will forever exist,
universally among Mankind.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.
My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening read more
My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had read more
It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had killed a Turk, to whom onlie
yt was lawful to shew the number of his slaine enemys by the
number of fethers in his cappe.
The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more
The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.
My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.
My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.
