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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 made my prayer a crime!

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Robert Lowell·1917–1977
prayed, and prayed again :But sin was in it still!It throttled my weak will; I struggled — but in vain. I burned by day and night,I feared that fire of sim —Its covering seemed so thin —Would show to other’s sight! My daily work I did, —I talked of Heaven and Hell,Full often and full well, —But ah! what woe I hid! 23 24