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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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Upon the road of my life

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Stephen Crane·1871–1900·literary realism
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pon the road of my life,Passed me many fair creatures,Clothed all in white, and radiant.To one, finally, I made speech:"Who art thou?"But she, like the others,Kept cowled her face,And answered in haste, anxiously,"I am good deed, forsooth;You have often seen me.""Not uncowled," I made reply.And with rash and strong hand,Though she resisted,I drew away the veilAnd gazed at the features of vanity.She, shamefaced, went on;And after I had mused a time,I said of myself,"Fool!"
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