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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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One moment of the good Hours that were over.

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
hen from the sad west turning wearily, I saw the pines against the white north sky.Very beautiful, and still, and bending overTheir sharp black heads against a quiet sky.And there was peace in them; and I Was happy, and forgot to play the lover,And laughed, and did no longer wish to die;Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky! 29