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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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III. 1.

14 lines
Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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Edward, lo! to sudden fate(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.)Half of thy heart we consecrate.(The web is wove. The work is done.) 100Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlornLeave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn:In yon bright track, that fires the western skies,They melt, they vanish from my eyes.But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height 105Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll?Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail.All hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia's issue, hail! 110
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