Book, Verse

 1    2, 960|                       With Vulcan’s rage the rising winds
 2    5, 863|                        And Vulcan rides at large with loosen’
 3    8, Arg|   his son Pallas with him. Vulcan, at the request of Venus,
 4    8, 262|                            Vulcan this plague begot; and,
 5    8, 551|                  Sacred to Vulcan’s name, an isle there lay,~
 6    8, 579|             My sons,” said Vulcan, “set your tasks aside;~
 7    8, 814|       My promise made, and Vulcan’s labor’d art.~
 8    8, 974|                         By Vulcan labor’d, and by Venus brought,~
 9    9, 185|                        Nor Vulcan needs his fated arms prepare.~
10   10, 343| Thyself the fated sword of Vulcan wield,~
11   10, 572|                        And Vulcan rides in triumph o’er the