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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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Grand was the sight to see

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ow by their guns they stood,Right in front of our deadFighting square abreast —Each brawny arm and chestAll spotted with black and red,Chrism of fire and blood ! Worth our watch, dull and sterile,Worth all the weary time — Worth the woe and the peril,To stand in that strait sublime ! 39