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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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Song—I Dream’d I Lay

16 lines
Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
dream’d I lay where flowers were springingGaily in the sunny beam;List’ning to the wild birds singing,By a falling crystal stream:Straight the sky grew black and daring;Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave;Tress with aged arms were warring,O’er the swelling drumlie wave. Such was my life’s deceitful morning,Such the pleasures I enjoyed:But lang or noon, loud tempests stormingA’ my flowery bliss destroy’d.Tho’ fickle fortune has deceiv’d me—She promis’d fair, and perform’d but ill,Of mony a joy and hope bereav’d me—I bear a heart shall support me still.