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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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XI.

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Robert Burns·1759–1796·Romanticism
, how that name inspires my styleThe words come skelpin, rank and file,Amaist before I ken!The ready measure rins as fine,As Phoebus and the famous NineWere glowrin owre my pen.My spaviet Pegasus will limp,'Till ance he's fairly het;And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jimp,An' rin an unco fit:But least then, the beast thenShould rue this hasty ride,I'll light now, and dight nowHis sweaty, wizen'd hide. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 4: Ramsay.] * * * * *