 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.  The Living Age - Page 5751908Full view - About this book
 | 1908 - 730 pages
...; Inapprehensible, we clutch thee ! Does the flesh soar to find the ocean, The eagle plunge to find the air, That we ask of the stars in motion If they...sadder) Cry: and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my... | |
 | 1914 - 540 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors ! The angels...'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... | |
 | 1912 - 866 pages
...darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hrrken, Beats at our clay-shuttered doors. The angels keep their ancient...Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched between Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soui, my... | |
 | Frank Karslake - 1918 - 700 pages
...little 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...' Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadden) Cry ;—and upon thy so sore loss Shall... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1908 - 176 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss... | |
 | 1910 - 332 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars; The drift of pinions would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...wing! Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder), Cry:—and upon thy so sore loss Shall... | |
 | Adeline Cashmore - 1910 - 192 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. 150 But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1910 - 178 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss... | |
 | Paul Elmer More - 1910 - 284 pages
...wheeling systems darken, And our benumbed conceiving soars ! — The drift of pinions, would we hearken, Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors. The angels...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... | |
 | Paul Elmer More - 1910 - 322 pages
...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 not sadder) Cry; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my... | |
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