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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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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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ISRAELITISH WOMAN.

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Oliver Goldsmith·1728–1774
Recitative._ That strain once more! it bids remembrance rise,And brings my long-lost country to mine eyes.Ye fields of Sharon, dress'd in flowery pride;Ye plains, where Kedron rolls its glassy tide;Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown'd;Ye Gilead groves, that fling perfumes around:How sweet those groves! those plains how wondrous fair!But doubly sweet when Heaven was with us there. _Air._ O Memory, thou fond deceiver!Still importunate and vain;To former joys recurring ever,And turning all the past to pain;Hence, intruder most distressing!Seek the happy and the free;The wretch who wants each other blessing,Ever wants a friend in thee.