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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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EASTER MONDAY.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ut in the rain a world is growing green,On half the trees quick buds are seenWhere glued-up buds have been.Out in the rain God’s Acre stretches green,Its harvest quick tho’ still unseen:For there the Life hath been. If Christ hath died His brethren well may die,Sing in the gale of death, lay byThis life without a sigh:For Christ hath died and good it is to die;To sleep whenso He lays us by,Then wake without a sigh. Yea, Christ hath died, yea, Christ is risen again:Wherefore both life and death grow plainTo us who wax and wane;For Christ Who rose shall die no more again:Amen: till He makes all things plainLet us wax on and wane.