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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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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue;I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o’bonie blue.’Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew,Her heaving bosom, lily-white— It was her een sae bonie blue.  She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d; She charm’d my soul I wist na how;And aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een so bonie blue.But “spare to speak, and spare to speed;” She’ll aiblins listen to my vow:Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonie blue.