The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

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.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

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.

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.]

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.