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.
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Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.
Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Fortune and love favour the brave.
[Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
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.]
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.
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.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
Toil for the brave!
The brave that are no more.
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.
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
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No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
[Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans,
voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]
