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 1     I|     the hills, hills woo the valleys plain.~ ~ L~Two hundred
 2   III|     By east, among the dusty valleys, glide~The silver streams
 3    VI|      quiet slide~Down to the valleys of the Elysian shade,~And
 4    VI|      old love she made~Those valleys dumb, that silence, and
 5    VI| Among those sandy fields and valleys green,~To seek his love,
 6   VII|  made resound the fields and valleys near,~Louder than thunder
 7    IX|  dreadful howling filled the valleys wlde:~This was Clorinda,
 8    IX|      cold,~Down to the sandy valleys, tumbleth Po,~Whose streams
 9    IX|     empty air, the hills and valleys filled,~Hearting the Pagans
10    XI|   woods, the waters, and the valleys roar.~ ~ XIII~But yet with
11  XIII|  grove a little way~Amid the valleys deep grows out of sight,~
12  XIII|    nimbly run o'er hills and valleys light,~A wicked troop, that
13  XIII| falling streams which to the valleys green~Distilled from tops
14    XX|      the dust, for hills and valleys broad~That host did overspread