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...conceiving soars ; The drift of pinions, would we harken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places — Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad thou canst...

...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 ! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendour'd thing. But (when so sad thou canst...

...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, 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst...

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...conceiving soars; The drift of pinions, would we harken. Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places — Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye. 'tis your estranged faces. That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad thou canst...

...conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hrrken, Beats at our clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient places; — Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendored thing. But (when so sad, thou canst...

...less beautiful, are the verses which ought to find a place in every anthology of London :— " 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. But (when so sad thou...

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