Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

Glory paid to our ashes comes too late

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art read more

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit read more

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse read more

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught