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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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The third is again from the _Elegy_:

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Thomas Gray·1716–1771
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eneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,The cock's shrill clarion or the echoing horn,No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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