Book, Verse

 1    2, 2  |       When from his lofty couch he thus began:~
 2    2, 298|                           Couch’d at her feet, they lie
 3    3, 233|         I started from my couch; a clammy sweat~
 4    4, 934|               Then on the couch her trembling body cast,~
 5    4, 944|           Then kiss’d the couch; and, “Must I die,” she
 6    8, 488|                           Couch’d with her husband in his
 7    8, 550|       Rose from his downy couch the forging pow’r.~
 8   10, 814| His flaming sword: AEneas couch’d his spear,~
 9   11, 851|             Earth was his couch, his cov’ring was the sky.~
10   11, 906| Advancing in a line, they couch their spears;~