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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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IMITATED FROM THE FRENCH.

19 lines
Oliver Goldsmith·1728–1774
ay, cruel Iris, pretty rake,Dear mercenary beauty,What annual offering shall I makeExpressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,Should I at once deliver,Say, would the angry fair one prizeThe gift, who slights the giver? A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,My rivals give—and let 'em;If gems or gold impart a joy,I'll give them—when I get 'em. I'll give—but not the full-blown rose,Or rose-bud more in fashion:Such short-lived off'rings but discloseA transitory passion. I'll give thee something yet unpaid,Not less sincere than civil,—I'll give thee—ah! too ch