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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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Matthew Arnold·1822–1888
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trew on her roses, roses,And never a spray of yew!In quiet she reposes;Ah, would that I did too! Her mirth the world required;She bathed it in smiles of glee.But her heart was tired, tired,And now they let her be. Her life was turning, turning,In mazes of heat and sound.But for peace her soul was yearning,And now peace laps her round. Her cabin'd, ample spirit,It flutter'd and fail'd for breath.To-night it doth inheritThe vasty hall of death.
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