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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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IX.

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John Dryden·1631–1700
midst that silent shower, the royal mindAn easy passage found,And left its sacred earth behind;Nor murmuring groan expressed, nor labouring sound,Nor any least tumultuous breath;Calm was his life, and quiet was his death.Soft as those gentle whispers were,In which the Almighty did appear;By the still voice the prophet knew him there.That peace which made thy prosperous reign to shine,That peace thou leav'st to thy imperial line,That peace, Oh happy shade, be ever thine!