“Now, Aeneas, is the hour for courage, now for a dauntless heart!”
Nunc animis opus, Aenea, nunc pectore firmo.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book VI, Line 261 (tr. Fairclough); Sibyl's words to Aeneas as they enter the underworld.
Source: The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour, III
“Now, Aeneas, is the hour for courage, now for a dauntless heart!”
Nunc animis opus, Aenea, nunc pectore firmo.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book VI, Line 261 (tr. Fairclough); Sibyl's words to Aeneas as they enter the underworld.
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
O! think not my spirits are always as light, st. 1 <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
The Castilian Nuptuals from The London Literary Gazette (28th September 1822) Poetical Sketches. 3rd series - Sketch the Fourth
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
Yip Harburg (1896–1981) American song lyricist
"Irreverent Heart"
Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965)
Context: My heart is like the willow
That bends, but never breaks.
It sighs when summer jilts her,
It sings when April wakes. So you, who come a-smiling
With summer in your eyes,
Think not that your beguiling
Will take me by surprise. My heart's prepared for aching
The moment you take wing.
But not, my friend, for breaking
While there's another spring.
“If April showers
Should come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May.”
Buddy de Sylva (1895–1950) American musician
Song: April Showers
“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.”
Charles Darwin (1809–1882) British naturalist, author of "On the origin of species, by means of natural selection"
volume I, chapter VI: "The Voyage", page 266 http://darwin-online.org.uk/content/frameset?pageseq=284&itemID=F1452.1&viewtype=image; letter to sister Susan Elizabeth Darwin (4 August 1836) <br class="br">The Life and Letters of Charles Darwin (1887) <br class="br">Source: The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Romantic poet
Variant: Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be...
Source: Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood