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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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383. Song—My Wife’s a winsome wee thing

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
horus.—She is a winsome wee thing,She is a handsome wee thing,She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine.  I NEVER saw a fairer,I never lo’ed a dearer,And neist my heart I’ll wear her, For fear my jewel tine, She is a winsome, &c.  The warld’s wrack we share o’t;The warstle and the care o’t;Wi’ her I’ll blythely bear it, And think my lot divine. She is a winsome, &c.