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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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The Expiration

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John Donne·1572–1631
O, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away;Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,And let ourselves benight our happiest day.We ask none leave to love; nor will we oweAny so cheap a death as saying, "Go." Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee,Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.Or, if it have, let my word work on me,And a just office on a murderer do.Except it be too late, to kill me so,Being double dead, going, and bidding, "Go."