Chapter

 1 I   |      upon Carthage the golden rain of his veins. The beaks
 2 II  |     precipices: sometimes the rain of a storm would hang from
 3 VII |     down his face like winter rain on a ruined wall.~Hamilcar
 4 VII |      blood was scattered like rain upon the foliage, and red
 5 XII |     swamps of mud although no rain had fallen.~This confusion
 6 XIII|       holes in their flesh; a rain of sparks splashed against
 7 XIII| Eleusinian formula: “Pour out rain! bring forth!”~The victims,
 8 XIV |      their foreheads, and the rain fell.~It fell the whole
 9 XIV |    make her travail easy.~The rain beat upon the terraces and
10 XIV |   galloping up to them, and a rain of darts would pour from
11 XIV |       flowers languishing for rain, or to lost travellers waiting