Book, Verse

 1    3, 39  |               Black bloody drops distill’d upon the ground.~
 2    4, 742 |      With feign’d Avernian drops the hallow’d ground;~
 3    4, 913 |                With living drops; then let her come, and
 4    5, 640 |                       Down drops the beast, nor needs a second
 5    7, 641 |      Cold sweat, in clammy drops, his limbs o’erspread.~
 6    9, 27  |    Then with his hands the drops to heav’n he throws,~
 7    9, 1098|    Sick sweat succeeds; he drops at ev’ry pore;~
 8   11, 1207|                        She drops her sword; she nods her
 9   12, 386 | But vex’d, not vanquish’d, drops the pond’rous prey,~
10   12, 1310|                  The stone drops from his arms, and, falling