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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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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
o lie in kilns and barns at e'enWhen banes are craz'd, and bluid is thin,Is, doubtless, great distress!Yet then content could make us blest;Ev'n then, sometimes we'd snatch a tasteO' truest happiness.The honest heart that's free frae a'Intended fraud or guile,However Fortune kick the ba',Has ay some cause to smile:And mind still, you'll find still,A comfort this nae sma';Nae mair then, we'll care then,Nae farther we can fa'.