Tyrtaeus of Sparta |
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I would not say anything for a man nor take account of him | |
For any speed of his feet or wrestling skill he might have, | |
Not if he had the size of a Cyclops and strength to go with it, | |
Not if he could outrun Boreas, the North Wind of Thrace, | |
Not if he were more handsome and gracefully formed than Tithonos, | |
Or had more riches than Midas had, or Kinyras too, | |
Not if he were more of a king than Tantalid Pelops, | |
Or had the power of speech and persuasion Adrastos had, | |
Not if he had all splendors except for a fighting spirit. | |
For no man ever proves himself a good man in war | |
Unless he can endure to face the blood and the slaughter, | |
Go close against the enemy and fight with his hands. | |
Here is courage, mankind’s finest possession, here is | |
The noblest prize that a young man can endeavor to win, | |
And it is a good thing his city and all the people share with him | |
When a man plants his feet and stands in the foremost spears | |
Relentlessly, all thought of foul flight completely forgotten, | |
And has well trained his heart to be steadfast and to endure, | |
And with words encourages the man who is stationed beside him. | |
Here is a man who proves himself to be valiant in war. | |
With a sudden rush he turns to flight the rugged battalions | |
Of the enemy, and sustains the beating waves of assault. | |
And he who so falls among the champions and loses his sweet life, | |
So blessing with honor his city, his father, and all his people, | |
With wounds in his chest, where the spear that he was facing has transfixed | |
That massive guard of his shield, and gone through his breastplate as well, | |
Why, such a man is lamented alike by the young and the elders, | |
And all his city goes into mourning and grieves for his loss. | |
His tomb is pointed to with pride, and so are his children, | |
And his children’s children, and afterward all the race that is his. | |
His shining glory is never forgotten, his name is remembered, | |
And he becomes an immortal, though he lies under the ground, | |
When one who was a brave man has been killed by the furious War God | |
Standing his ground and fighting hard for his children and land. | |
But if he escapes the doom of death, the destroyer of bodies, | |
And wins his battle, and bright renown for the work of his spear, | |
All men give place to him alike, the youth and the elders, | |
And much joy comes his way before he goes down to the dead. | |
Aging, he has reputation among his citizens. No one | |
Tries to interfere with his honors or all he deserves; | |
All men withdraw before his presence, and yield their seats to him, | |
The youth, and the men his age, and even those older than he. | |
Thus a man should endeavor to reach this high place of courage | |
With all his heart, and, so trying, never be backward in war. | |
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On This Day In: | |
2022 | Like Smiles, Flowers And Rainbows |
2021 | On Your Marks, Get Set… |
Absolutely Nothing | |
Roses And Chores | |
2020 | Which Is Which |
2019 | Were You Saying Something? |
2018 | Ethics Lesson |
2017 | May I Have Some More, Please? |
2016 | A Little Lost |
2015 | This High Place |
2014 | Elected Madness |
2013 | Well Written |
2012 | Related Parts |
2011 | The King Is Oscar |
Better Reputation? | |
This High Place
February 27, 2015 by kmabarrett
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