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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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STELLA IN MOURNING.

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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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hen lately Stella's form display'dThe beauties of the gay brocade,The nymphs, who found their power decline,Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine.'Fate! snatch away the bright disguise,And let the goddess trust her eyes.'Thus blindly pray'd the fretful fair,And Fate, malicious, heard the prayer;But brighten'd by the sable dress,As Virtue rises in distress,Since Stella still extends her reign,Ah! how shall Envy soothe her pain?The adoring Youth and envious Fair,Henceforth shall form one common prayer;And Love and Hate alike imploreThe skies--that Stella mourn no more. * * * * *
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