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The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave!
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The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)
-- Hohenlinden
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Toll for the brave!-- The brave that are no more!
All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore!...
All I need is a Wave and a board to surf it on.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plai...
Next time you wave, use ALL of your fingers!
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state....
FOLLY, n. That "gift and faculty divine" whose creative and controlling energy inspires Man's mind, guides his actions and adorns his life.
Folly! although Erasmus praised thee once In a thick volume, and all authors known, If not thy glory yet thy power have shown, Deign to take homage from thy son who hunts Through all thy maze his brothers, fool and dunce, To mend their lives and to sustain his own, However feebly be his arrows thrown, Howe'er each hide the flying weapons blunts....
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave....
Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.
-- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 859...
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!...