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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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FRAGMENT

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Christopher Marlowe·1564–1593·English Renaissance theatre
First printed in "England's Parnassus,"_ 1600 I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaintThe dullest sight with all the glorious preyThat in the pebble-paved channel lay. No molten crystal, but a richer mine,Even Nature's rarest alchymy ran there,--Diamonds resolv'd, and substance more divine,Through whose bright-gliding current might appearA thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine,Enamelling the banks, made them more dearThan ever was that glorious palace' gateWhere the day-shining Sun in triumph sate. Upon this brim the eglantine and rose,The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree,As kind companions, in one union grows,Folding their twining arms, as oft we seeTurtle-taught lovers either other close,Lending to dulness feeling sympathy;And as a costly valance o'er a bed,So did their garland-tops the brook o'erspread. Their leaves, that differ'd both in shape and show,Though all were green, yet difference such in green,Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow,Prided the running main, as it had been--