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1   III|    watchman looked over,~From tops of Sion's towers, the hills
2   III|   exiled,~Down fell the shady tops of shaking treen,~Down came
3    IV|      billows beat,~And Atlas' tops, the clouds in height that
4    IX|     purest snow~That falls on tops of aged Apennine,~Lightning
5  XIII|     Pyramid-wise, lift up his tops aloft;~In whose smooth bark
6  XIII|  valleys green~Distilled from tops of Alpine mountains cold,~
7   XIV| Heaven. but often I resort~To tops of Lebanon or Carmel hill,~
8  XVII|      bring,~Beyond the frozen tops of Taurus cold,~Beyond the
9    XX|   fire,~Snowdrifts consume on tops of mountains tall,~So melts