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1   VII|      her goats, and in their folds them place,~Both cheese
2     X|       the wily dame~In other folds our mischiefs would upwrap.~
3    XI|    their feed the sheep from folds return,~The birds sate silent
4   XII|    Thrice his strong arms he folds about her waist,~And thrice
5    XV|      Now reached he forth in folds and forward pressed,~Now
6  XVII| beams of gold~Which the dark folds of night's black mantle
7 XVIII|  houses, hamlets, herds, and folds of sheep,~So fell the beam,
8    XX|   and show,~So to the closed folds in secret creep,~And entrance