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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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Victory

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
ll night the ways of Heaven were desolate,Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,Terror or triumph, were content to wait,We, silent and all-knowing. SuddenlySwept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate. Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,Into the open. Down the supernal roads,With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,Thundered the black battalions of the Gods.