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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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One lugs a golden dish

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
ow fair the vine must growWhose grapes are so luscious;How warm the wind must blowThrough those fruit bushes.” “No,” said Lizzie : “No, no, no ;Their offers should not charm us,Their evil gifts would harm us.”She thrust a dimpled fingerIn each ear, shut eyes and ran :Curious Laura chose to lingerWondering at each merchant man.One had a cat’s face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat’s pace, One crawled like a snail,