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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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Tune—“The Braes o’ Balquhidder.”

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
hor.—And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,And I’ll kiss thee o’er again:And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet,My bonie Peggy Alison. Ilk care and fear, when thou art nearI evermair defy them, O!Young kings upon their hansel throneAre no sae blest as I am, O!And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, &c. When in my arms, wi’ a’ thy charms,I clasp my countless treasure, O!I seek nae mair o’ Heaven to shareThan sic a moment’s pleasure, O!And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, &c. And by thy een sae bonie blue,I swear I’m thine for ever, O!And on thy lips I seal my vow,And break it shall I never, O!And I’ll kiss thee yet, yet, &c.