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 1    IX|     poison in his breast she hides,~And then to shapeless air
 2    IX|      Lined with seven bulls' hides, his mighty targe,~And sheathed
 3    IX|      you wield,~The darkness hides, your bulwark is the night,~
 4   XIV|   west, as this small island hides,~Then pass and see, without
 5    XV|    breeds, or Hyrcane forest hides.~ ~ LII~But yet that fierce,
 6   XVI| paths, such ways this palace hides;~Yet all the maze their
 7 XVIII|      of fire with raw bull's hides.~ ~ XLIV~In mortices and
 8 XVIII|      the wood;~Nor those raw hides which for defence it wears~
 9 XVIII|      that from the scaldered hides~With water strove the approaching
10    XX|  That with seven hard bulls' hides was surely lined,~And strengthened