Book,  Verse
1      I,   377|                              That reeking weapon ever thirsts for
2     II,   133| bloodstained conqueror snatched a reeking head~ ~
3    III,   823|                               The reeking sword and drave it to the
4     IV,   358|                               The reeking filth of shambles in the
5     IV,   571|                               Are reeking with our hearts'-blood,
6     VI,   283|                   Peace from this reeking sword, low let him lay~ ~
7    VII,   962|                              This reeking plain? Drink, Caesar, of
8      X,   600|           600 Lamps drenched with reeking tar. Nor slow the fire~ ~
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