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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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THE ISLE OF PORTLAND

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A.E. Housman·1859–1936
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he star-filled seas are smooth to-nightFrom France to England strown;Black towers above the Portland lightThe felon-quarried stone. On yonder island, not to rise,Never to stir forth free,Far from his folk a dead lad liesThat once was friends with me. Lie you easy, dream you light,And sleep you fast for aye;And luckier may you find the nightThan ever you found the day.
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