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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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The water is cold to the eye

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H.D.·1886–1961
n the budding chestnutsWhose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst openThe starlings make their clitter-clatter;And the blackbirds in the grassAre getting as fat as the pigeons. Too-hoo, this is brave;Even the cold wind is seeking a new mistress.