Book, Verse

1    2, 990|                    At ev’ry shadow now am seiz’d with fear,~
2    5, 528|              And scarce the shadow of a man remains.~
3    6, 285|            Whose glitt’ring shadow gilds the sacred ground.~
4    6, 466|  thro’ the gloom the sullen shadow knew.~
5    6, 951|     And thrice the flitting shadow slipp’d away,~
6   10, 742|                 My father’s shadow, but my living son.”~
7   10, 925| shelter there the trembling shadow bent,~