Book, Hymn, Verse

 1    1,    3, 4 | libations long for thee,~Thus by fine fingers purified.~
 2    1,  164, 21|                   21 Where those fine Birds hymn ceaselessly their
 3    1,  164, 22|         22 The, tree whereon the fine Birds eat the sweetness,
 4    3,   57, 1 |               1. MY thought with fine discernment hath discovered
 5    4,    4, 10|       Whoso with good steeds and fine gold, O Agni, comes nigh
 6    9,   14, 6 |                       6 O'er the fine fingers, through desire
 7    9,   15, 1 |                   1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song,
 8    9,   86, 47|   rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of the sheep as thou
 9    9,   91, 3 |      milch-cow.~Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer,
10    9,  107, 10|         through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous