The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Await alike th’ inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. ←
From: Thomas Gray, “Elegy written in a Country Church-yard”
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Await alike th’ inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. ←
From: Thomas Gray, “Elegy written in a Country Church-yard”