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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Chapter X—the Plateau Of Mont-saint-jean

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The battery was unmasked at the same moment with the ravine.

Sixty cannons and the thirteen squares darted lightning point-blank onthe cuirassiers. The intrepid General Delort made the military saluteto the English battery.

The whole of the flying artillery of the English had re-entered the squares at a gallop. The cuirassiers had not had even the time for a halt. The disaster of the hollow road had decimated, but not discouraged them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, increase in courage.

Wathier’s column alone had suffered in the disaster; Delort’s column, which Ney had deflected to the left, as though he had a presentiment of an ambush, had arrived whole.

The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares.

At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols infist,—such was the attack.
There are moments in battles in which the soul hardens the man untilthe soldier is changed into a statue, and when all this flesh turnsinto granite. The English battalions, desperately assaulted, did notstir.

Then it was terrible.

Chapter X—the Plateau Of Mont-saint-jean

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