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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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ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED.

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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
ecause thou hast believed, the wheels of lifeStand never idle, but go always round;Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground,Moved only; but by genius, in the strife Of all its chafing torrents after thaw,Urged; and to feed whose movement, spinning sand,The feeble sons of pleasure set their hand;And, in this vision of the general law, Hast labored, but with purpose; hast becomeLaborious, persevering, serious, firm,--For this, thy track across the fretful foam Of vehement actions without scope or term,Called history, keeps a splendor; due to wit,Which saw one clew to life, and followed it.