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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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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
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, all ye pow'rs who rule above!O, Thou, whose very self art love!Thou know'st my words sincere!The life-blood streaming thro' my heart,Or my more dear immortal part,Is not more fondly dear!When heart-corroding care and griefDeprive my soul of rest,Her dear idea brings reliefAnd solace to my breast.Thou Being, All-seeing,O hear my fervent pray'r!Still take her, and make herThy most peculiar care!
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