Book,  Verse
1      I,   712|                         Hangs o'er this city and o'er
2     II,    47|           Still fortune hangs, nor yet the fight is won,~ ~
3     VI,   563|                         Hangs motionless the torrent:
4     VI,   648|                         Hangs by her teeth, and with her
5     VI,   769| So poisonous, mephitic, hangs the air.~ ~
6   VIII,   930|                     930 Hangs on the margin of the baffled
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