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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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III

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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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prung from the blood of Israel's scatter'd race,At a mean inn in German Aarau born,To forms from antique Greece and Rome uptorn,Trick'd out with a Parisian speech and face, Imparting life renew'd, old classic grace;Then, soothing with thy Christian strain forlorn,A-Kempis! her departing soul outworn,While by her bedside Hebrew rites have place-- Ah, not the radiant spirit of Greece aloneShe had--one power, which made her breast its home!In her, like us, there clash'd, contending powers,Germany, France, Christ, Moses, Athens, Rome.The strife, the mixture in her soul, are ours;Her genius and her glory are her own.
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