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1 XVIII   |         When veiled beneath thy curls thou passest, see,~To right
2 XVIII(*)| mistress passes by with flowing curls.~Stanza 3.--"Erghwan," the
3 XXI(*)  |        young men with well-dyed curls, long garments, and conical
4 XXII    |       flowers, nor loose flying curls are fair.~Hast seen at a
5 XXV     |        no more.~What though her curls wrought all my misery,~My
6 XXXII(*)|       to deadly snakes, and her curls to hooks which catch and
7 XXXIII  |         blow~The perfume of thy curls across my cheek.~A dart
8 XXXIII  |     thou hast done.~Let not thy curls waylay my pilgrim soul,~