Book, Verse

1    1, 981|   canisters with bread are heap’d on high;~
2    2, 825|       Where yon disorder’d heap of ruin lies,~
3    4, 729| cloven holms and pines are heap’d on high,~
4    5, 147| Ingots of gold and silver, heap’d on high,~
5    6, 678|            And fell upon a heap of slaughter’d foes.~
6    8, 347|                Roll’d on a heap, the breathless robber lies.~
7   11, 315|          Are cast a common heap to feed the flame.~