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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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Simply because she looked after me so badly.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
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hen I saw what the trouble was: she thought she was immortal. She wanted to leave me, she thought she was superior, And I'd been keeping her in the dark, and she was resentful—Wasting her days waiting on a half-corpse!
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