Book,  Verse

 1      I,   273|                   With crumbling frame; dark with the tooth of
 2      I,   556|  ponderous weight, but still the frame is sound,~ ~
 3     II,    86|    prison wore his weak and aged frame,~ ~
 4     II,   165|      blood still left within her frame~ ~
 5     II,   201|        tortures which the living frame~ ~
 6     II,   207|    believed that one poor mortal frame~ ~
 7     II,   352|                Thrust through my frame their darts! May I alone~ ~
 8    III,     8|      knew them. Then his wearied frame~ ~
 9    III,   451|        brushwood stood, a timber frame~ ~
10    III,   778|           in death, with wounded frame essayed~ ~
11    III,   794|                              Thy frame, shall miss the living."
12     IV,   728|                     She gave his frame. But Hercules at last~ ~
13      V,   136|         the deity, its shattered frame~ ~
14      V,   196|          s inspiration seize the frame~ ~
15      V,   724| Re-echoed to the tumult, and the frame~ ~
16     VI,   574|        and the earth's compacted frame~ ~
17     VI,   781|                             This frame shall quicken, and in tones
18   VIII,    66|         limbs no longer bore her frame:~ ~
19   VIII,   729|      Caesar's. Men may tear this frame~ ~
20   VIII,   903|         honours to thine earthly frame."~ ~ ~ ~
21     IX,   165|      wounds which gaped upon his frame~ ~
22     IX,   752|        stark ere yet it fled the frame.~ ~
23     IX,   849|           Makes putrid flesh and frame: and there upreared~ ~
24     IX,   872|       the moisture of his inward frame,~ ~
25     IX,   892|                The poison in his frame, he steels himself~ ~
26     IX,   909|                              His frame was loosed, for by the venomous
27     IX,   921|                      Our fleshly frame; but on the funeral pyre~ ~
28     IX,   933|          human: and his definite frame~ ~