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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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XXIV.

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John Dryden·1631–1700
nd now approach’d their fleet from India,fraught*With all the riches of the rising sun :And precious sand from southern climatesbrought, 8The fatal regions where the war begun. XKV.Like hunted castors, conscious of their store,Their way-laid wealth to Norway’s coasts theybring:There first the North’s cold bosom spices bore,And winter brooded on the eastern spring. 10 XXXVI.By the rich scent we found our perfumed prey,Which, flank’d with rocks, did close in covertlie ;And round about their murdering cannon lay,At once to threaten and invite the eye.