Book,  Verse

1    III,   562|       Nor did the newness of the wood make pause~ ~
2    III,   565|         on in fiery tongues. Not wood alone~ ~
3     VI,   761|                                A wood o'ershadows, and a spreading
4     VI,   981|                   With plenteous wood she builds the funeral pyre~ ~
5    VII,   979| Innumerable, for every grove and wood~ ~
6   VIII,   859|       not his misery the pile of wood~ ~
7   VIII,   877|    homeless." Speaking thus, the wood aflame~ ~
8     IX,   610|             610 Hammon uprears a wood; a fount the cause~ ~
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