Book,  Verse

1     II,   469|              Padus still rolled in pride of stream along.~ ~
2     II,   538|                          Rolled up a dusty cloud, beneath
3    III,   176|         And as the gates rolled backward, echoed loud~ ~
4    III,   732|                          Rolled, nor could bear their weight,
5     IV,   376|                          Rolled down in measureless volume
6     VI,   130|           130 Not seldom rolled the murky air away.~ ~
7    VII,   919| His feasting gaze. There rolled the streams in flood~ ~
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