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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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And keep the flame from wasting by repose:

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Oliver Goldsmith·1728–1774
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still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, {016} Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first he flew, [Illustration: 0031] I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
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