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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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And next I saw she’d piled her raiment rare

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Thomas Hardy·1840–1928·naturalism
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nd stood in homespun. Now grown wholly hers,I handed her the gold, her jewels all,And him the choicest of her robes diverse. “I’ll take you to the doorway in the wall,And then adieu,” I to them. “Friends, withdraw.”They did so; and she went—beyond recall.
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