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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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304. Song—I Murder hate

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
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MURDER hate by flood or field, Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;In wars at home I’ll spend my blood— Life-giving wars of Venus.The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty;I’m better pleas’d to make one more, Than be the death of twenty.  I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato;Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato:The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne’er my mortal foes be;But let me have bold Zimri’s fate, Within the arms of Cozbi!
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