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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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Sonnet 80

15 lines
Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
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onnet LXXX AFTER so long a race as I haue runThrough Faery land, which those six books compilegiue leaue to rest me, being halfe fordonne,and gather to my selfe new breath awhile.When as a steed refreshed after toyle,out of my prison I will breake anew:and stoutly will that second worke assoyle,with strong endeuour and attention dew.Till then giue leaue to me in pleasant mew,to sport my muse and sing my loues sweet praise:the contemplation of whose heauenly hew,my spirit to an higher pitch will rayse.But let her prayses yet be low and meane,fit for the handmayd of the Faery Queene.
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