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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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XXIV.

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Edmund Spenser·1552–1599
f the blinde Furie which warres breedeth oftWonts not t’enrage the hearts of equall beasts,Whether they fare on foote, or flie aloft,Or armed be with clawes, or scalie creasts,What fell Erynnis, with hot burning tongs,Did grype your hearts with noysome rage imbew’d,That, each to other working cruell wrongs,Your blades in your owne bowels you embrew’d?Was this, ye Romanes, your hard destinie?Or some old sinne, whose unappeased guiltPowr’d vengeance forth on you eternallie?Or brothers blood, the which at first was spiltUpon your walls, that God might not endureUpon the same to set foundation sure?