| Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
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| That ev`n my buried Ashes such a snare
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| The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,
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| The Grape that can with Logic absolute
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| The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
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| The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
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| The Revelations of Devout and Learn`d
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| The Vine had struck a fibre: which about
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| The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
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| Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind
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| Then said a Second - "Ne`er a peevish Boy
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| Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn
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| There was the Door to which I found no Key;
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| They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
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| Think, in this batter`d Caravanserai
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