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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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PALM SUNDAY.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
He treadeth the winepress of the fiercenessand wrath of Almighty God.” I lift mine eyes, and seeThee, tender Lord, in pain upon the tree,Athirst for my sake and athirst for me. “Yea, look upon Me there,Compassed with thorns and bleeding everywhere,For thy sake bearing all, and glad to bear.” I lift my heart to pray:Thou Who didst love me all that darkened day,Wilt Thou not love me to the end alway? “Yea, thee My wandering sheep,Yea, thee My scarlet sinner slow to weep,Come to Me, I will love thee and will keep.”