Book,  Verse

1      I,   160| sacred grandeur rules the forest still.~ ~
2     II,   680|   lonely plains or secret forest depths,~ ~
3    III,   285|                 The giant forest rises to the sky.~ ~
4    III,   475|            Gleamed in the forest depths, yet were the trees~ ~
5    III,   492|              To fell this forest: all the crime is mine.~ ~
6     IV,   142|   Sank to the depths; the forest glad upreared~ ~
7     IV,   154|                The fallen forest, and to form the arch~ ~
8      V,   631|                       The forest sounds; the surf upon the
9     VI,   240|             240 Bearing a forest of spears, though spent