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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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XV.

18 lines
Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
t length, even at the time when MorpheusMost trulie doth unto our eyes appeare,Wearie to see the heavens still wavering thus,I saw Typhaeus sister* comming neare;Whose head, full bravely with a morion** hidd,Did seeme to match the gods in maiestie.She, by a rivers bancke that swift downe slidd,Over all the world did raise a trophee hie;An hundred vanquisht kings under her lay,With armes bound at their backs in shamefull wize.Whilst I thus mazed was with great affray,I saw the heavens in warre against her rize:Then downe she stricken fell with clap of thonder,That with great noyse I wakte in sudden wonder.[* I.e. (apparently) Change or Mutability. See the two cantos of theSeventh Book of the Faerie Queene.][** _Morion_, steel cap.] THE VISIONS OF PETRARCH: