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BRAVERY-COURAGE-FORTITUDE. 1. In war, was never lion's rage so fierce; In peace, was never gentle lamb more mild.

2. In struggling with misfortune lies the proof Of virtue.


Pr'ythee, peace:

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

5. But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail.

6. What though the field be lost?

All is not lost; the ungovernable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome.

4. His valour, shown upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversary.

7. Let fortune empty all her quiver on me,
I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.


8. For, as we see the eclipsed sun
By mortals is more gazed upon,
Than when, adorn'd with all his light,
He shines in serene sky most bright,
So valour, in a low estate,

Is more admir'd and wonder'd at.




MILTON'S Paradise Lost.



BUTLER'S Hudibras.



9. He that is valiant, and dares fight,

Though drubb'd, can lose no honour by 't.

10. "T is not now who's stout and bold?
But who bears hunger best, and cold?
And he's approv'd the most deserving,
Who longest can hold out at starving.


BUTLER'S Hudibras.

11. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest With all their country's honour blest!

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

To a mind resolv'd and wise,
There is an impotence in misery,

Which makes me smile, while all its shafts are in me.
YOUNG'S Revenge.

13. True fortitude is seen in great exploits

That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.

14. The wise and active conquer difficulties,

By daring to attempt them; sloth and folly
Shiver and sink at sights of toil and hazard,
And make the impossibility they fear.

In proud disdain his billows roll;
Let thunder to his threats reply-
Fear is a stranger to my soul.



15. The brave man is not he who feels no fear; For that were stupid and irrational;

But he whose noble soul its fear subdues,

And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

16. Unaw'd by power, and unappall'd by fear.

17. Let angry ocean to the sky





18. What heart in either grim array


19. Fate made me what I am-may make me nothing,-
But either that or nothing must I be;
I will not live degraded.



Throbs to the charge with wilder beat?
What ear so loves the trumpet's bray,
That bids contending thousands meet?

20. His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven.

21. As bold as Daniel in the lions' den.


BYRON'S Sardanapalus.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

-The truly brave,

When they behold the brave oppress'd with odds,
Are touch'd with a desire to shield or save.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

24. And the repress'd convulsion of the high

And princely brow of his old father, which
Broke forth in silent shudderings, tho' rarely,
Or in some clammy drops, soon wiped away
In stern serenity.

It must have been

A fearful pang that wrung a groan from him.
BYRON'S Two Foscari.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

-And the poor wretch mov'd me
More by his silence, than a thousand outcries
Could have effected.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

26. His blade is bared; in him there is an air
As deep, but far too tranquil for despair;
A something of indifference, more than then
Becomes the bravest, if they feel for men.




27. Commanding, aiding, animating all,

Where foe appear'd to press, or friend to fall,
Cheers Lara's voice, and waves or strikes his steel,
Inspiring hopes, himself had ceas'd to feel.

28. And tho' I hope not hence unscath❜d to go, Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe. BYRON'S English Bards, &c.

29. There is a tear for all who die,

A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But Nations swell the funeral cry,
And Triumph weeps above the brave.


30. But each strikes singly, silently, and home,
And sinks outwearied, rather than o'ercome;
His last faint quittance rendering with his breath,
Till the blade glimmers in the grasp of death!

31. They fought like brave men, long and well.

BYRON'S Corsair.



32. Yet, it may be, more lofty courage dwells

In one weak heart which braves an adverse fate,
Than his, whose ardent soul indignant swells,

Warm'd by the fight, or cheer'd through high debate.
MRS. NORTON's Dream.



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1. No wound which warlike hand of enemy
Inflicts with dint of sword, so sore doth light
As doth the poisonous sting which infamy
Infixeth in the name of noble wight;
For by no art, nor any leeches' might
It ever can recured be again.


SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something, nothing; "T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands : But he, who filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

3. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, Thou shalt not escape calumny.

4. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect;
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater.

For envy doth invade

Works breathing to eternity, and cast
Upon the fairest piece the greatest shade.


5. Who stabs my name, would stab my person too, Did not the hangman's axe lie in the way.





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