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 1 Pre     |           complaint to lay at your door; but now that I am about
 2 Pre     |        came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice
 3 VI      |          flies.~And, Hafiz, at the door of Kismet lies~No just complaint-a
 4 VIII    |         grows late,~And the second door of the tavern gapes wide,~
 5 XIII    | Transpiercing Death's impenetrable door.~What instrument through
 6 XV      |        shall pause at the deserted door,~The cold dead body breathe
 7 XVII    |         reproach at the drunkard's door~Oh Fanatic, thou that art
 8 XVII    |            first to throw wide the door~My father opened it long
 9 XX      |          dust that lies before her door,~Love's long desired elixir,
10 XXIV    |          denied.~Before the tavern door a Christian sang~To sound
11 XXXIV   |           stood without~The tavern door, and knocked in vain, and
12 XXXIV(*)|          as standing at the tavern door, where man may enter and