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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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273. Song—Tam Glen

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
Y heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len’,To anger them a’ is a pity, But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?  I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow, In poortith I might mak a fen;What care I in riches to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen!  There’s Lowrie the Laird o’ Dumeller— “Gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben:He brags and he blaws o’ his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen!  My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o’ young men;They flatter, she says, to deceive me, But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen!  My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him, He’d gie me gude hunder marks ten;But, if it’s ordain’d I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen!  Yestreen at the Valentine’s dealing, My heart to my mou’ gied a sten’;For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written “Tam Glen”!  The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,His likeness came up the house staukin, And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen!  Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry; I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen,Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.