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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 the long line of corpses grew —

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hey are men that never will fail, (How aforetime they 've fought !)But Murder may yet prevail — They may sink as Craven sank.Therewith one hard, fierce thought,Burning on heart and lip,Ran like fire through the ship —Fight her, to the last plank ! A dimmer Renown might strikeIf Death lay square alongside —40 But the Old Flag has no like, She must fight, whatever betide — When the War is a tale of old, And this day's story is told,