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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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II

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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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nto a lonely villa, in a dellAbove the fragrant warm Provencal shore,The dying Rachel in a chair they boreUp the steep pine-plumed paths of the Estrelle, And laid her in a stately room, where fellThe shadow of a marble Muse of yore,The rose-crown'd queen of legendary lore,Polymnia, full on her death-bed.--'Twas well! The fret and misery of our northern towns,In this her life's last day, our poor, our pain,Our jangle of false wits, our climate's frowns, Do for this radiant Greek-soul'd artist cease;Sole object of her dying eyes remainThe beauty and the glorious art of Greece.
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