which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.
798
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.
799
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 495.

=Girdle.=

I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
800
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.

=Gloaming.=

Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,
The reek o' the cot hung over the plain--
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!
801
JAMES HOGG: _Kilmeny._

=Gloom.=

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
802
MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 79.

=Glory.=

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
803
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory obscur'd.
804
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 591.

Go where glory waits thee!
But while fame elates thee,
Oh, still remember me!
805
MOORE: _Go Where Glory Waits Thee._

The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
806
WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 2.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
807
JOSEPH R. DE L'ISLE: _Marseilles Hymn._

=Glow-worm.=

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
808
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Gluttony.=

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted, base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his Feeder.
809
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 776.

=God.=

'T is heaven alone that is given away,
'T is only God may be had for the asking.
810
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Vision of Sir Launfal._

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
811
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 267.

Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but r