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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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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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CHORUS.

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Walter Scott·1771–1832·Romanticism
Eleu loro_, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.There, through the summer day,Cool streams are laving;There, while the tempests sway,Scarce are boughs waving;There, thy rest shalt thou take,Parted for ever,Never again to wake,Never, oh, never!