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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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It is a red sea

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H.D.·1886–1961
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hey quiver gentlyFrom base to summit.Ripples of impulse run through them,Flattering resistance. Soon they will fall;Already smoke yearns upward.Clouds of dust,Crash of collapsing cubes. I prefer deeper patience,Monotony of stalled beasts.O angle-builders,Vainly have you prolonged your effort,For I descend amid you,Past rungs and slopes of curving slippery steel.
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