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 1 Pre    | Fortune has put the goblet of joy into the hand of all wine-drinkers";
 2 Pre    |      he declared, "the bud of joy has never blown for me.
 3 Pre    |  spirit of youth and love and joy, some have a nobler humanity
 4 VI     |     can I obtain?~Mine is the joy of her companionship~Whose
 5 VIII   |     has burst,~And drunk with joy is the nightingale~Hail,
 6 IX     |  grain, and snare~The Bird of joy when it comes to thy net.~
 7 XIV    |       Kneadeth the bricks for joy's abode; and yet . . .~Alas,
 8 XIV(*) |     the human body a house of joy.~The moon, according to
 9 XIX    |  melody.~The wind itself bore joy to Solomon;~The Lapwing
10 XIX    |       weep,~The Healer brings joy's wine-cup--oh, drink deep!~
11 XIX    |     bliss,~He brings me where joy is.~The greedy glances of
12 XX     |     it not, oh haste!~And let joy's flowing cup be mine.~Cup-bearer,
13 XXII   |    not the rose's praise,~The joy of the cypress her opening
14 XXIII  |    she bore sway.~But all the joy that Hafiz' hand might hold,~
15 XXV    |    separation ends with this!~Joy's certain path, oh Saki,
16 XXIX   |     pain--~Oh stricken heart! joy shall return again,~Peace
17 XXXII  |      To some, life brings but joy and endless ease;~Ah, let
18 XXXVIII|    those pale companies~Where joy has been forgot and hope