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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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305. Song—Gudewife, count the lawin

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
ANE is the day, and mirk’s the night,But we’ll ne’er stray for faut o’ light;Gude ale and bratdy’s stars and moon,And blue-red wine’s the risin’ sun.  Chorus.—Then gudewife, count the lawin,The lawin, the lawin,Then gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair.  There’s wealth and ease for gentlemen,And simple folk maun fecht and fen’;But here we’re a’ in ae accord,For ilka man that’s drunk’s a lord. Then gudewife, &c.  My coggie is a haly poolThat heals the wounds o’ care and dool;And Pleasure is a wanton trout,An ye drink it a’, ye’ll find him out. Then gudewife, &c.