ebbing slow
From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one,
Like the first of a thunder shower; and now
The
arena swims around him—he is gone,
Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail’d the wretch who won.
Byron.—Childe Harold, Canto IV. Stanza 140.
GLORY.—The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Gray.—Elegy, Verse 9.
Fame points the course, and glory leads the way.
Pye.—Alfred, Book III. Line 202.
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.
Shakespeare.—Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act IV. Scene 1. (Princess to a Forester.)
A field of glory is a field for all.
Pope.—The Dunciad, Book II. Line 32.
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Cowper.—Table Talk, Line 1.
His glory now lies buried in the dust.
Quarles.—Book I. No. IX. Verse 5.
GLOVES.—Gloves as sweet as damask roses.
Shakespeare.—Winter’s Tale, Act IV. Scene 3.
GLOVES.—Excuse my glove, Thomas:—I’m devilish glad to see you, my lad. Why, my prince of charioteers, you look as hearty—but who the deuce thought of seeing you in Bath?
Sheridan.—The Rivals, Act I. Scene 1.