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第一章A MAN with households twainNe'er finds attention meet， A house wherein two women reignIs ne'er kept clean and neat.
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第一章BLESS， thou dread Creator，Bless this humble fane；Man may build them greater，--
More they'll not contain.
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第一章LET this house's glory rise，Handed to far ages down，And the son his honour prize.
As the father his renown.
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第一章O'ER the Mediterranean seaProudly hath the Orient sprung；Who loves Hafis and knows him， heKnows what Caldron hath sung.
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第一章IF the ass that bore the SaviourWere to Mecca driven， heWould not alter， but would be Still an ass in his behavior.
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第一章THE flood of passion storms with fruitless strife'Gainst the unvanquished solid land.--It throws poetic pearls upon the strand， And thus is gain'd the prize of life.
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