Book,  Verse

 1     II,   348|               Of heaven and hell devoted, this my life~ ~
 2    III,    20|     to bear thy dead: while Hell itself~ ~
 3    III,    40|   But he, though heaven and hell thus bode defeat,~ ~
 4     VI,   609|      from which, darling of hell,~ ~
 5     VI,   711|               Force it from hell itself. Fling back the gates~ ~
 6     VI,   759| that girds the precipice of hell~ ~
 7     VI,   772|          Were not a part of hell. Discordant hues~ ~
 8     VI,   824|                          Of Hell upon the damned, and Chaos
 9     VI,   836|  wearied of the shades from hell to me~ ~
10     VI,   844|     the innermost recess of hell~ ~
11     VI,   868|                 She-dogs of hell, I'll call you to the day,~ ~
12     VI,   874|   and pallid as thou art in hell~ ~ ~ ~
13     VI,   879|    so that Ceres fears from hell~ ~
14     VI,   949|    That close the prison of hell, applaud the fates,~ ~
15    VII,   197|     Whelmed in th' abyss of hell? Didst favour gain~ ~
16    VII,   911| monsters from the depths of hell~ ~
17     IX,   125|     Of space, and shades of Hell, if such there be,~ ~