Book,  Verse

1     II,   146| Dripping with blood, upon the festal board.~ ~
2     II,   399|                            No festal wreath of flowers crowned
3     II,   414|   doth she greet her husband. Festal games~ ~
4    III,   114|   power and wish were one. No festal shout~ ~
5      V,   466|  Blaze from his altars on the festal night.~ ~ ~ ~
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