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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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128. The Farewell

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
AREWELL, old Scotia’s bleak domains,Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow!Farewell, a mother’s blessing dear!A borther’s sigh! a sister’s tear! My Jean’s heart-rending throe!Farewell, my Bess! tho’ thou’rt bereft Of my paternal care.A faithful brother I have left, My part in him thou’lt share! Adieu, too, to you too, My Smith, my bosom frien’; When kindly you mind me, O then befriend my Jean!  What bursting anguish tears my heart;From thee, my Jeany, must I part! Thou, weeping, answ’rest—“No!”Alas! misfortune stares my face,And points to ruin and disgrace, I for thy sake must go!Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear, A grateful, warm adieu:I, with a much-indebted tear, Shall still remember you! All hail then, the gale then, Wafts me from thee, dear shore! It rustles, and whistles I’ll never see thee more!