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 1     I|         winters old,~And radiant beams adorned his locks of gold.~ ~
 2     I|        silver wave,~And with his beams enamelled every green,~When
 3     I|       they stand,~With quivering beams which dazed the wondering
 4    II|     withdrawn, alone~With virgin beams this spotless Cynthia shone.~ ~
 5    II|        of fury hide not reason's beams,~Then may'st thou see this
 6   III|         golden locks,~Like sunny beams, on alabaster rocks.~ ~
 7   III|      parched land from scorching beams,~Save that a wood stands
 8    IV|      cloud,~So streameth out his beams on every side,~The marble
 9    IV|       spareful eye to spread his beams denays,~But keeps his shot
10    VI| love-sick nymph threw glittering beams around,~And counsellors
11  VIII|     shall direct thee with those beams so clear,~To find the body
12  VIII|          he spoke, the lightning beams did flash~Out of his eyes
13    IX|     Departed now, bright Titan's beams were dim~And fruitful lands
14    XI|        rampiers steep,~On mighty beams his head advanced hath,~
15    XI|       great force and rage their beams they brake.~ ~ LXVI~The
16    XI|        hidden rocks her ribs and beams;~Or as a steed rough ways
17   XII|        eye,~Nor day he would his beams on her had bent:~She, wise
18   XII|     beauty late spread forth her beams around,~He trembled so,
19   XII|          eye~An hundred glorious beams bright shining drive,~Amid
20  XIII|       The feeble moon her silver beams retires,~And wrapt her horns
21  XIII|        the Sun I see~Their fiery beams unite in Leo shall;~And
22  XIII|      said, his visage shone with beams divine,~And more than mortal
23  XIII|       And scorched with scalding beams the parched ground,~And
24  XIII|        purple dyed,~His sanguine beams about his forehead spread,~
25  XIII|         scorching sun so hot his beams outspreads,~That not more
26  XIII|        earth exhaled by Phoebus' beams,~Arose, moist heaven his
27  XIII|       vigor masculine,~As be his beams in April or in May.~0 happy
28   XIV|        thine eyes his glistering beams doth place,~Estranged hath
29   XIV|        the azure sky~With argent beams of silver morning spread,~
30   XIV|       shining sun,~So gainst the beams of truth our souls are blind,~
31    XV|         wakeful eye,~The radiant beams of old Hyperion's hair,~
32    XV|         Phoebus shall his rising beams unfold,~Prepare you gainst
33    XV|          greedy waves, with dewy beams up flies,~Or as the Queen
34   XVI|        peeping forth with virgin beams,~Half ope, half shut, her
35   XVI|          in sight,~Pale were his beams, the air was nothing glad,~
36  XVII|         And sailed, till clad in beams and bright attires~The fourth
37  XVII|          rays of silver and with beams of gold~Which the dark folds
38  XVII|       skies,~See how with gentle beams the friendly sun~The tents,
39 XVIII|       Begilding with the radiant beams she threw~His helm, his
40 XVIII|         sockets framed just,~The beams, the studs and puncheons
41 XVIII|        mass,~And numberless with beams, with ropes and strings,~
42 XVIII|       the golden sun~His fearful beams in clouds did close and
43   XIX|      Where are thine eyes' clear beams and sparkles sheen?~Of thy
44    XX|      cheek smiled youth's purple beams,~And in his gait, his grace,
45    XX|      quench her own and beauty's beams;~Now death sat on her eyes,