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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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While on my head in agony

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George Herbert·1593–1633
Up rises every hair, I see again his glaring eye-- `In fancy hear him swear.= At breakfast time, when I come down `To take that pleasant meal, With pallid face, and haggard frown, `Into my place I steal;= And when they say I'm far from bright, `The truth I dare not tell: I say I've passed a sleepless night, `And don't feel very well.= [Illustration: 052]