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laurels
The Collaborative International Dictionary
laurels \lau"rels\, n. pl. An honor or honors conferred for some notable achievement.
to rest on one's laurels [fig.] to be content with one's past achievements and not strive to continue to excel; as, he didn't rest on his laurels after receiving the Nobel Prize, but went on to made even more significant discoveries.
Wiktionary
n. 1 (plural of laurel English) 2 honor. From the Ancient Greek practice of crowning victors with a branch from the laurel bush, sacred to Apollo.
WordNet
n. a tangible symbol signifying approval or distinction; "an award for bravery" [syn: award, accolade, honor, honour]
the state of being honored [syn: honor, honour] [ant: dishonor]
(antiquity) wreath of laurel foliage worn on the head as an emblem of victory [syn: laurel wreath, bay wreath]
Wikipedia
This page is about the British Greyhound Race. For the Australian Psychedelia Band, see The Laurels (band).
The Laurels is an original classic greyhound competition held at Belle Vue Stadium. It was run at Wimbledon Stadium from 1930 until 1997. It moved to its current home in 1998.
The Laurels is a greyhound racing competition held annually at Curraheen Park Greyhound Stadium located in Bishopstown, west of Cork, County Cork, Ireland.
It was hosted by the old Cork (Western Road) Greyhound Stadium from 1944-1999 but inevitably continued to be held at the new track after it opened.
It is a prestigious event targeted by many of Ireland's leading greyhounds and is an integral part of the Irish greyhound racing calendar.
Usage examples of "laurels".
Sertorius wreathed in laurels and with Rome in Italy beneath its foot!
On one side of the house stood the stable, on the other an alley or cloister of laurels led to the larger garden behind.
The young lady, having scattered bread for the birds (for the fourth or fifth time that day, because the dog ate it), passed unobutrusively down the lane of laurels and into a glimmering plantation of evergreens behind.
The green gaiety of the waving laurels, the rich purple indigo of the night, the moon like a monstrous crystal, make an almost irresponsible romantic picture.
As Brunelleschi stamped around in his winner’s garland of laurels (what else?
I went shakily over to the laurels on the opposite side of the clearing from where Giuseppe-Peter had appeared, and edged slowly, cautiously, between two of the glossy green bushes.
There were a good many laurels here among a whole bunch of younger trees and we could get no distant view, but approximately fifty paces from the clearing we caught a glimpse of a light.