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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 Legacy

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John Donne·1572–1631
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hen last I died, and, dear, I dieAs often as from thee I go,Though it be but an hour ago—And lovers' hours be full eternity—I can remember yet, that ISomething did say, and something did bestow;Though I be dead, which sent me, I might beMine own executor, and legacy. I heard me say, "Tell her anon,That myself," that is you, not I," Did kill me," and when I felt me die,I bid me send my heart, when I was gone;But I alas! could there find none;When I had ripp'd, and search'd where hearts should lie,It kill'd me again, that I who still was trueIn life, in my last will should cozen you. Yet I found something like a heart,But colours it, and corners had;It was not good, it was not bad,It was entire to none, and few had part;As good as could be made by artIt seem'd, and therefore for our loss be sad.I meant to send that heart instead of mine,But O! no man could hold it, for 'twas thine.
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