Book,  Verse

1      I,   174|              Blasting their vision with its flames oblique,~ ~
2      I,   217| thus, with broken sighs the Vision spake:~ ~
3     II,    18|                 From mortal vision, and amid their fears~ ~
4    III,     4|              Turned not his vision from his native shore~ ~
5     IV,    22|                    Of human vision; Cinga girds them in~ ~
6    VII,   183|               Perplexed the vision. Crests were struck from
7     IX,   633|              Whirl to their vision through the middle sky.~ ~ ~ ~
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