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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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MADONNA MIA

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Oscar Wilde·1854–1900·Aestheticism
LILY-GIRL, not made for this world’s pain,With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tearsLike bluest water seen through mists of rain:Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,Being o’ershadowed by the wings of awe,Like Dante, when he stood with BeatriceBeneath the flaming Lion’s breast, and sawThe seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.