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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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Song—In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
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une—“Go from my window, Love, do.” The sun he is sunk in the west,All creatures retired to rest,While here I sit, all sore beset,With sorrow, grief, and woe:And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! The prosperous man is asleep,Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;But Misery and I must watchThe surly tempest blow:And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! There lies the dear partner of my breast;Her cares for a moment at rest:Must I see thee, my youthful pride,Thus brought so very low!And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! There lie my sweet babies in her arms;No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;But for their sake my heart does ache,With many a bitter throe:And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! I once was by Fortune carest:I once could relieve the distrest:Now life’s poor support, hardly earn’dMy fate will scarce bestow:And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! No comfort, no comfort I have!How welcome to me were the grave!But then my wife and children dear—O, wither would they go!And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O! O whither, O whither shall I turn!All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!For, in this world, Rest or PeaceI never more shall know!And it’s O, fickle Fortune, O!
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