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" The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. "
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Messenger of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Volume 50

1908 - 730 pages
...benumbed conceiving soars ; The drift of pinions, would we harken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places — Turn but...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry: and upon thy so sore loss Shall...
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The Church Quarterly Review, Volume 78

Religion - 1914 - 540 pages
...conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors ! The angels keep their ancient places : — Turn but...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendour'd thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore loss...
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The Living Age, Volume 258

Literature - 1908 - 860 pages
...benumbed conceiving soars; The drift of pinions, would we harken. Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places — Turn but...'Tis ye. 'tis your estranged faces. That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; and upon thy so sore loss Shall...
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The Theosophic Messenger: A Monthly Magazine for the Interchange ..., Volume 13

Theosophy - 1912 - 866 pages
...benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hrrken, Beats at our clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad, thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss...
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Selected Poems of Francis Thompson

Francis Thompson - English poetry - 1908 - 176 pages
...conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but...many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt...
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A Manual of Spiritual Fortification

English poetry - 1910 - 332 pages
...benumbed conceiving soars; The drift of pinions would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places;— Turn but...many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder), Cry:—and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched between...
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Selected Poems

Francis Thompson - 1910 - 178 pages
...conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but...many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt...
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The Mount of Vision: A Book of English Mystic Verse

Adeline Cashmore - Mysticism - 1910 - 192 pages
...conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places ; — Turn but...estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. 150 But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic...
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The Musical Times and Singing-class Circular, Volume 68

Music - 1927 - 1024 pages
...seems to have possessed his particular secret of high values and far vision combined when he wrote : The angels keep their ancient places ; — Turn but a stone and start a wing ! Need any one of us now 'miss the many-splendoured thing ' ? BEETHOVEN IN HIS TWENTY-FtRST YEAR Front...
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Shelburne Essays: Shelburne essays

Paul Elmer More - American literature - 1910 - 322 pages
...conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'T is ye, 't is your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst...
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