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— William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

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XXXIV

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Stephen Crane·1871–1900·literary realism
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stood upon a highway,And, behold, there cameMany strange pedlers.To me each one made gestures.Holding forth little images, saying,"This is my pattern of God."Now this is the God I prefer." But I said, "Hence!"Leave me with mine own,"And take you yours away;"I can’t buy of your patterns of God,"The little Gods you may rightly prefer."
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