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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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Robert Lowell·1917–1977
Mine, ever mine, was foremost in the race, Till, tired, our little maidens sat them down, * Whoever drank of the water, might drink the divinespirit also.