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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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220. Song—The Winter it is Past

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
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HE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad, Since my true love is parted from me.  The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear, May have charms for the linnet or the bee;Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me.
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