Book,  Verse

1     II,   723|              Whose frozen surface bears the loaded wain.~ ~
2      V,   501|               Ripples the surface. Thus in Scythian climes~ ~
3      V,   507|             Sounds on the surface, and the travelling wheel~ ~
4      V,   525|       Unrippled slept the surface of the main;~ ~
5     VI,    75|       The world's created surface. Here the war~ ~
6     VI,   582|                 Along the surface of the frosty field;~ ~
7     IX,   547|                       The surface upwards left the depths
8      X,   650| 650 Crushed on the narrow surface of the mole,~ ~
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