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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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And cheering for God and Right !

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nded the mighty noise,Thunder of forts and ships.Down we went to the hold — 47 O, our dear dying boys ! How we pressed their poor brave lips, (Ah, so pallid and cold !)And held their hands to the last, (Those that had hands to hold). Still thee, O woman heart ! (So strong an hour ago) —If the idle tears must start, 'Tis not in vain they flow. They died, our children dear, On the drear berth deck they died ;