Book, Verse

1    1, 976|                    Foll’wing Achates with a shorter pace,~
2    3, 463|          Skill’d in the wing’d inhabitants of air,~
3    5, 789|   Supplies the winds to wing her airy way,~
4    6, 295|                    They wing’d their flight aloft; then,
5    6, 430|                     And wing their hasty flight to happier
6    8, 117|                The foll’wing night, and the succeeding
7    8, 310| their nests, and hither wing’d their flight.~
8   10, 278|                     And wing’d his flight, to chant aloft
9   10, 466|                  Which, wing’d with fate, thro’ Maeon’