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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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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!Confusion on thy banners wait;Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,They mock the air with idle state.Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail, 5Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall availTo save thy secret soul from nightly fears,From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!"Such were the sounds that o'er the crested prideOf the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, 10As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sideHe wound with toilsome march his long array.Stout Gloster stood aghast in speechless trance:"To arms!" cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.
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