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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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A NIGHT IN NOVEMBER

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
MARKED when the weather changed,And the panes began to quake,And the winds rose up and ranged,That night, lying half-awake. Dead leaves blew into my room,And alighted upon my bed,And a tree declared to the gloomIts sorrow that they were shed. One leaf of them touched my hand,And I thought that it was youThere stood as you used to stand,And saying at last you knew! (?) 1913.