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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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It was too late. — Alcestis hung her head.

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Robert Lowell·1917–1977
adly I came down to the earth, again. ‘Home!’ said Alcestis, now : Evadne kissed my brow ; And, by our torrent’s course, we toiled downto the plain.” The little waters trickled down the beach, And landward sounds fell, faintly, to their rest. The dews were heavy, and that sad, soft speech Had ceased, just when the ear had liked itbest. The young man was alone,