Book,  Verse

1    III,   517|           The nodding pile aloft, and wondered sore~ ~
2      V,   634|  among the shallows, borne aloft~ ~
3     IX,   168|                  And borne aloft on javelin; this sight,~ ~
4     IX,   349| gong -- at once they pause aloft~ ~
5     IX,   549|  violent breath, and borne aloft~ ~
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