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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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Surgit Fama

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Ezra Pound·1885–1972
here is a truce among the gods,Korè is seen in the NorthSkirting the blue-gray seaIn gilded and russet mantle. The corn has again its mother and she, Leuconoë,That failed never women,Fails not the earth now. The tricksome Hermes is here;He moves behind meEager to catch my words,Eager to spread them with rumour;To set upon them his changeCrafty and subtle;To alter them to his purpose;But do thou speak true, even to the letter: “Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.Once more is the chant heard.Once more are the never abandoned gardensFull of gossip and old tales.”