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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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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
ll hail, ye tender feelings dear!The smile of love, the friendly tear,The sympathetic glow!Long since, this world's thorny waysHad number'd out my weary days,Had it not been for you!Fate still has blest me with a friend,In every care and ill;And oft a more endearing hand,A tie more tender still.It lightens, it brightensThe tenebrific scene,To meet with, and greet withMy Davie or my Jean!