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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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Enter Mornrovuau. 5 Net eA he

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Frank O'Hara·1926–1966
ell met, good friend. What says our liege, the King ? + eyShall we engage those Danish thieves to-day ? > 4 eeeLong seem the hours till face to face we stand, pteAnd bear the haughty foeman down. | USA aeMorrough. Nay, sir. SeeHave patience yet. The welcome hour will come > NeThat ushers in the fray, and ends the curseAnd seals the doom of those foul pagan pestsThat long have plagued our land. MacM. Bear you the word ? :Morrough. NotI. Within our camp to-day welie:The King has willed it so. . .MacM. What freak is this? , ae s Morrough. Here comes the King. Let him an answer give. Enter BrreN, Mauacut and O’KELLY. ~ Good day, my liege. MacM. How fare you, sir ? Brien. Why well, peThat is, if he who bears the weight of years .Can e’er be well, then call me well, good friends.