Everything About Fiction You Never Wanted to Know.
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Men of Harlech, on to glory
See your banner famed in story
Waves these buring words before ye,
"Britain scorns to yield!" —Men of Harlech
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"Hail! generous youth, whom glory's sacred flame
Inspires, and animates to deeds of fame;" —George Gordon, Lord Byron
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"Fame is the perfume of heroic deeds."
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"Fame is a bee.
It has a song
It has a sting
Ah, too, it has a wing."
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Montgomery! true, the common lot
Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;
Yet some shall never be forgot,
Some shall exist beyond the grave.
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"Unknown the region of his birth,"
The hero rolls the tide of war;
Yet not unknown his martial worth,
Which glares a meteor from afar.
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His joy or grief, his weal or woe,
Perchance may 'scape the page of fame;
Yet nations, now unborn, will know
The record of his deathless name. —George Gordon, Lord Byron
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"He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause."
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