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 1     I|       radiant beams adorned his locks of gold.~ ~ XIV~Of silver
 2     I|        nation then with crisped locks and fair,~That dwell between
 3     I|          in looks, in word,~His locks were gray, yet was his courage
 4   III|        vermilion hue,~Her amber locks she crowned with roses red,~
 5   III|      shoulders shone her golden locks,~Like sunny beams, on alabaster
 6   III|      win or lose,~Saw where her locks about the damsel flew,~And
 7   III|       counsel fit,~Whose silver locks betray his store of days,~
 8    IV|     arms assemble,~His feltered locks, that on his bosom fell,~
 9    IV|      dear, who underneath these locks of gold,~And native brightness
10    IV|         A tinsel veil her amber locks did shroud,~That strove
11    IV|       of my limbs,~But still my locks, my thoughts, drew back
12     V|         In all, but years, hoar locks, and gravity,~To whom should
13     V|         With dust and blood his locks were loathly dight,~Sighs
14    VI|    Trembling for ire, his sandy locks he tore,~Our from his lips
15    VI|   offended~Her dainty neck, and locks of shining gold;~Her tender
16   VII|      doating time,~These silver locks were golden tresses then,~
17   VII|    inglorious on the mould,~His locks with clods of blood and
18   VII|     dreadful rage,~These silver locks shall not Raymondo scuse:~
19    IX|       were bloodless, and whose locks were hoar~Mustaches strouting
20    XI|    Their gowns tucked up, their locks were loose and spread,~Sharp
21    XI|      hands,~Shaking their snaky locks and sparkling brands:~ ~
22   XII|   change foresaid:~By his white locks from black that changed
23   XII|       too much care,~His silver locks with dust he foul besprent,~
24   XIV|        old in years,~Her curled locks about her front are twined,~
25    XV|           IV~Upon her front her locks were curled new,~Her eyes
26    XV|      flowerets sout,~Like hairy locks the trees about him grow,~
27    XV|        So vented she her golden locks forth shed~Round pearls
28    XV|     aghast.~ ~ LXI~And her fair locks, that in a knot were tied~
29    XV|          Thus clad in waves and locks, her eyes divine,~From them
30   XVI|        for the day was hot,~Her locks unbound waved in the wanton
31   XVI|         up in tress,~And looser locks in silken laces rolled,~
32   XVI| perfumes redolent,~How from his locks they smoked and mantle wide,~
33   XVI|         my lord doth hate~These locks, why keep I them or hold
34   XVI|         of her frantic ire,~Her locks waved loose, face shone,
35  XVII|      dear embrace,~She tore her locks, she smote her breast, and
36  XVII|        single fight,~And on his locks, rewards for knightly praise,~
37 XVIII|          Whose arms half-naked, locks untrussed be,~With buskins
38 XVIII|    Thence came a lady fair with locks of gold,~That like in shape,
39   XIX|      wall it tore,~It broke the locks, and laid the doors down
40   XIX|        deed,~For with her amber locks cut off, each wound~She