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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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Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

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John Donne·1572–1631
hat if this present were the world's last night?Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,The picture of Christ crucified, and tellWhether that countenance can thee affright,Tears in his eyes quench the amazing light,Blood fills his frowns, which from his pierced head fell.And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,Which prayed forgiveness for his foes' fierce spite?No, no; but as in my idolatryI said to all my profane mistresses,Beauty, of pity, foulness only isA sign of rigour: so I say to thee,To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assigned,This beauteous form assures a piteous mind.