Part,  Dialogue

1   1,  4|  higher prey, and these~Now turning on me give me death with
2   1,  4|    thoughts, which, tardily turning towards her, come rather
3   1,  5| north thou brightenest,~And turning by thy dust-encumbered steps,~
4   1,  5|   in the snow,~Twisting and turning here and there~To find some
5   2,  2|     Plato went twisting and turning and tearing to pieces and
6   2,  5|  virtues you may prove,~And turning cruel pain~Into a sweet
7   2,  5|  forerunner be of pain,~But turning round, the wheel,~Now rising,
8   2,  5| with slow,~Apportioning the turning~Of this gigantic mass,~The