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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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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
hile winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,And bar the doors wi' driving snaw,And hing us owre the ingle,I set me down to pass the time,And spin a verse or twa o' rhyme,In hamely westlin jingle.While frosty winds blaw in the drift,Ben to the chimla lug,I grudge a wee the great folks' gift,That live sae bien an' snug:I tent less and want lessTheir roomy fire-side;But hanker and cankerTo see their cursed pride.