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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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VII

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
nforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand, 55A shadie grove[*] not far away they spide,That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers prideDid spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,Not perceable with power of any starre: 60And all within were pathes and alleies wide,With footing worne, and leading inward farre:Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.