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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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VII.

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
hen let us cheerfu' acquiesce;Nor make one scanty pleasures less,By pining at our state;And, even should misfortunes come,I, here wha sit, hae met wi' some,An's thankfu' for them yet.They gie the wit of age to youth;They let us ken oursel';They make us see the naked truth,The real guid and ill.Tho' losses, and crosses,Be lessons right severe,There's wit there, ye'll get there,Ye'll find nae other where.