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in the way of rejecting one which we believe to be more

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But take our greatness with our violence?

in the way of rejecting one which we believe to be more

What if the glory of escutcheoned doors,

in the way of rejecting one which we believe to be more

And buildings that a haughtier age designed,

in the way of rejecting one which we believe to be more

The pacing to and fro on polished floors

Amid great chambers and long galleries, lined

With famous portraits of our ancestors;

What if those things the greatest of mankind

Consider most to magnify, or to bless,

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