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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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21 lines
Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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h! Sovereign of the willing soul,Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. _On Thracia’s hills the Lord of WarHas curb’d the fury of his car,And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command.Perching on the sceptred handOf Jove, thy magic lulls the feather’d kingWith ruffled plumes and flagging wing:Quench’d in dark clouds of slumber lieThe terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye. if3: Thee the voice, the dance, obey,Temper’d to thy warbled lay.O’er Idalia’s velvet-greenThe rosy-crowned Loves are seenOn Cytherea’s dayWith antic Sports, and blue-eyed Pleasures,Frisking light in frolic measures ;Now pursuing, now retreating,
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