Book,  Verse

1      I,   454| Who past his shallows gliding, flows at last~ ~
2     II,   479|                 Still gliding through Marica's shady grove,~ ~
3     VI,   443|               Peneus, gliding on his top as though~ ~
4     VI,   596|                       Gliding serene upon her nightly
5     IX,   836|              Straight gliding to his prey, his belly tinged~ ~
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