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ebbing slow 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.Loves Labours 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.
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.Winters Tale, Act IV. Scene 3. GLOVES.Excuse my glove, Thomas:Im devilish glad to see you, my lad. Why, my prince of charioteers, you look as heartybut who the deuce thought of seeing you in Bath? Sheridan.The Rivals, Act I. Scene 1. |
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