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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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DIED OF WOUNDS

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Siegfried Sassoon·1886–1967
is wet, white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well. The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining,And calling out for "Dickie." "Curse the Wood!"It's time to go; O Christ, and what's the good?--We'll never take it; and it's always raining." I wondered where he'd been; then heard him shout,"They snipe like hell! O Dickie, don't go out" ...I fell asleep ... next morning he was dead;And some Slight Wound lay smiling on his bed.