Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        XI|    hill to hill, with flowing locks, and no more garments than
2   I,    XXVIII|      of driven snow among her locks; all which increased not
3   I,    XXVIII|   always afield to hide these locks which have now unexpectedly
4   I,        LI|     herself; for there are no locks, or guards, or bolts that
5  II,       XIV|    the east, shaking from her locks a profusion of liquid pearls;
6  II,        XX| liquid pearls upon her golden locks with the heat of his fervent
7  II,        XX|       green stuff, with their locks partly braided, partly flowing
8  II,      XLIV|         And as I walk my lily locks~ Are trailing on the ground.~ ~