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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.
Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.
Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Go where glory waits thee;
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]
The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.
The glory of Him who
Hung His masonry pendant on naught, when the world He created.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad read more
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]
Glory is never where virtue is not.
[Fr., La gloire n'est jamais ou la vertu n'est pas.]
