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 1 5 |         And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one Knows;~       
 2 17|      such aureate Earth are turn'd~        As, buried once,
 3 18|            Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai~        Whose
 4 27|     Saints and Sages who discuss'd~        Of the Two Worlds
 5 27|        Scorn~        Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt
 6 30|          with my own hand labour'd it to grow:~        And
 7 30|          the Harvest that I reap'd --~        "I came like
 8 32|           And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;~        But
 9 35|       earthen Urn~        I lean'd, the secret Well of Life
10 35|         And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- "While you live,~       
11 36|              Articulation answer'd, once did live,~       
12 36|          and the cold Lip I kiss'd,~        How many Kisses
13 37|          of Day,~        I watch'd the Potter thumping his
14 37|         Tongue~        It murmur'd -- "Gently, Brother, gently,
15 38|      successive generations roll'd~        Of such a clod of
16 40|        phantom Caravan has reach'd~        The Nothing it set
17 47|       corner of the Hubbub couch'd,~        Make Game of that
18 48|        Shadow-show,~        Play'd in a Box whose Candle is
19 49|       who~        Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through~       
20 50|  Revelations of Devout and Learn'd~        Who rose before
21 50|         us, and as Prophets burn'd,~        Are all but Stories,
22 50|     fellows, and to Sleep return'd.~
23 53|         many days my Soul return'd~        And said, "Behold,
24 54|        but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,~        And Hell
25 54| Ourselves,~        So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.~
26 56|      Saki from the Bowl has pour'd~        Millions of Bubbls
27 59|                 And he that toss'd Thee down into the Field,~       
28 63|          of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:~        Yea, the
29 65|                  In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.~
30 69|      what he lent us dross-allay'd --~        Sue for a Debt
31 71|          will not with Predestin'd Evil round~        Enmesh
32 72|        of Man~        Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give --
33 77|      LXXVII.~        None answer'd this; but after Silence
34 80|             The Little Moon look'd in that all were seeking:~       
35 80|               And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!~       
36 83|        wrong:~        Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,~       
37 85|        And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,~        And
38 85|        Infidel,~        And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor --
39 87|        dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd~        To which the fainting
40 90|          the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,~        And