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 1     I|         locks of gold.~ ~ XIV~Of silver wings he took a shining
 2     I|         golden sun rose from the silver wave,~And with his beams
 3     I|        side,~And drew him near a silver stream that played~Among
 4    II|       twisted wire:~Dumb was the silver dove, while from her corse~
 5    II|       ruth her warlike mood,~Few silver drops her vermeil cheeks
 6   III|        His argent eagle with her silver wings~In field of azure,
 7   III|         dusty valleys, glide~The silver streams of Jordan's crystal
 8   III|     seems for counsel fit,~Whose silver locks betray his store of
 9    IV|          The golden sun behind a silver cloud,~So streameth out
10     V|       strong,~About his neck his silver shield he flings,~Down by
11    VI|        clift~The virgin shone in silver arms arrayed,~Her vental
12    VI|   hanging on the wall~Clorinda's silver arms, and sighed withal:~ ~
13    VI|     embraced all this round,~The silver moon form sea uprising bright~
14    VI| splendent beam appeared~Upon her silver armor double bright,~The
15    VI|      When that bright shield and silver helm he spies,~The championess
16   VII|          his doating time,~These silver locks were golden tresses
17   VII|        that down trickled many a silver tear,~Two crystal streams
18   VII|   Bellona's dreadful rage,~These silver locks shall not Raymondo
19  VIII|        that I saw from Cynthia's silver face,~Like to a falling
20  VIII|          empty helm we found~The silver eagle shining on his crest;~
21    IX|      sighing left the lands, his silver sheep~Where Hesperus doth
22    IX|     mongst whom there stands,~In silver field, the ensign of Christ'
23     X|      crystal spring poured out a silver flood;~Amid the herbs, the
24     X|          In massy vessel of pure silver made,~A banquet rich and
25    XI|       the corner tower alone,~In silver arms like rising Cynthia
26   XII|         XVIII~Clorinda there her silver arms off rent,~Her helm,
27   XII|         For seld a crow begets a silver dove.~ ~ XXV~"And to her
28   XII|      with his too much care,~His silver locks with dust he foul
29  XIII|       doubt,~The feeble moon her silver beams retires,~And wrapt
30  XIII|        Her sails are struck, her silver anchors fall,~Our champion
31   XIV|         sky~With argent beams of silver morning spread,~And started
32   XIV|     purge and fine,~And makes it silver pure, and gold divine.~ ~
33   XIV|       great~Of massive plate, of silver, crystal, gold.~But when
34   XIV|      When truth spread forth her silver wings again~Her false devices
35   XIV|        fair cheeks the globes of silver sweat,~And cool air gathered
36    XV|    distil,~The falling brook her silver streams downpours~With gentle
37   XVI|  forthshot~That like sunbeams in silver fountains shined,~O'er him
38  XVII|       Under a pentise wrought of silver bright,~And trod on carpets
39  XVII|      clearly shined~With rays of silver and with beams of gold~Which
40  XVII|          bright gainst Cynthia's silver ray,~Therein, like stars
41  XVII|       high,~And changed Heaven's silver wealth to golden treasure,~
42 XVIII|       sad the night;~And ere the silver morn began to rise,~His
43 XVIII|      high and great,~His eagle's silver wings to shine begun~With
44    XX|          seemed to wear~Upon her silver crown sun's golden ray,~
45    XX|        Threatening her flesh and silver plumes to tear,~Falls down,
46    XX|   sanguine shows,~And though the silver bird amid his shield~Were
47    XX|      fresh drops fallen from the silver morrow,~So she revives,
48    XX|         yet the sun~Dived not in silver waves his golden wain,~But