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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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292. Song—Farewell to the Highlands

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
AREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.  Chorus.—My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.  Farewell to the mountains, high-cover’d with snow,Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart’s in the Highlands, &c.