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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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XII.

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John Dryden·1631–1700
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midst the peaceful triumphs of his reign,What wonder, if the kindly beams he shedRevived the drooping arts again,If science raised her head,And soft humanity, that from rebellion fled.Our isle, indeed, too fruitful was before;But all uncultivated layOut of the solar walk, and heaven's high way;[56]With rank Geneva weeds run o'er,And cockle, at the best, amidst the corn it bore:The royal husbandman appeared,And ploughed, and sowed, and tilled;The thorns he rooted out, the rubbish cleared,And blest the obedient fieldWhen strait a double harvest rose,Such as the swarthy Indian mows,Or happier climates near the Line,Or paradise manured, and drest by hands divine.
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