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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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Where the darkest batteries frowned

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eath in the air all round,And the black torpedoes beneath ! And now, as we looked ahead, All for'ard, the long white deckWas growing a strange dull red ;But soon, as once and agenFore and aft we sped, 38 (The firing to guide or check,)You could hardly choose but tread On the ghastly human wreck,(Dreadful gobbet and shred