Book,  Verse

1      I,   333|    stable pent gnaws at his prison bars~ ~
2     II,    86|                          Of prison wore his weak and aged frame,~ ~
3     II,    93|             For through the prison gloom a flame of light~ ~
4     II,   148| Fimbria's falchion: and the prison cells~ ~
5     VI,   856|                 His ancient prison, and loathed to enter in.~ ~
6     VI,   949|              That close the prison of hell, applaud the fates,~ ~
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