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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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WHITSUN MONDAY.

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Christina Rossetti·1830–1894·Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood
A pure River of Water of Life.” We know not a voice of that River,If vocal or silent it be,Where for ever and ever and everIt flows to no sea. More deep than the seas is that River,More full than their manifold tides,Where for ever and ever and everIt flows and abides. Pure gold is the bed of that River(The gold of that land is the best),Where for ever and ever and everIt flows on at rest. Oh goodly the banks of that River,Oh goodly the fruits that they bear,Where for ever and ever and everIt flows and is fair. For lo! on each bank of that RiverThe Tree of Life life-giving grows,Where for ever and ever and everThe Pure River flows.