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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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Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow

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John Donne·1572–1631
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t the round earth's imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered bodies go,All whom the flood did, and fire shall, overthrow,All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyesShall behold God, and never taste death's woe.But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,For, if above all these my sins abound,'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,When we are there. Here on this lowly groundTeach me how to repent; for that's as goodAs if Thou'dst sealed my pardon, with Thy blood.
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