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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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Alas! so all things now do hold their peace

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las! so all things now do hold their peace,Heaven and earth disturbèd in no thing.The beast, the air, the birds their song do cease;The nightès chare the stars about doth bring;Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less.So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,Bringing before my face the great increaseOf my desires, whereat I weep and sing,In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease:For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,But by and by the cause of my diseaseGives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,When that I think what grief it is, again,To live, and lack the thing should rid my pain.