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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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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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Mighty victor, mighty lord!Low on his funeral couch he lies!No pitying heart, no eye, afford 65A tear to grace his obsequies.Is the sable warrior fled?Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.The swarm that in thy noontide beam were born?Gone to salute the rising morn. 70Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,While proudly riding o'er the azure realmIn gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, 75That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
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