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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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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
reeps in half wanton, half asleep,One with a fat wide hairless face.He likes love-music that is cheap;Likes women in a crowded place;And wants to hear the noise they're making. His heavy eyelids droop half-over,Great pouches swing beneath his eyes.He listens, thinks himself the lover,Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs;He likes to feel his heart's a-breaking. The music swells. His gross legs quiver.His little lips are bright with slime.The music swells. The women shiver.And all the while, in perfect time,His pendulous stomach hangs a-shaking.