Book, Verse
1 1, 413 | And cleaves with all his wings the yielding skies.~
2 1, 550 | joy returning, clap their wings,~
3 2, 1030| Driv’n on the wings of winds, whole sheets of
4 3, 294 | And clatt’ring wings, the hungry Harpies fly;~
5 3, 312 | Their clatt’ring wings, and saw the foes appear,~
6 4, 254 | flights, new pinions to her wings.~
7 4, 369 | Here, pois’d upon his wings, the god descends:~
8 4, 376 | these, the steerage of his wings he plies,~
9 4, 379 | He clos’d his wings, and stoop’d on Libyan lands:~
10 4, 762 | And Peace, with downy wings, was brooding on the ground.~
11 5, 277 | in a fright, her sounding wings she shakes;~
12 5, 281 | flight, and shoots upon her wings:~
13 5, 678 | And beats with clapping wings the yielding skies.~
14 5, 855 | Mounts up on equal wings, and bends her painted bow.~
15 6, 24 | The steerage of his wings, that cut the sky:~
16 7, 478 | And on her wicker wings, sublime thro’ night,~
17 7, 569 | Rais’d on her dusky wings, she cleaves the skies,~
18 7, 775 | sullen fiend her sounding wings display’d,~
19 7, 966 | Which clap their wings, and cleave the liquid sky,~
20 8, 292 | increas’d his feet with wings;~
21 8, 485 | And with her sable wings embrac’d the ground,~
22 9, 15 | This said, on equal wings she pois’d her weight,~
23 9, 764 | of sight she soars, and wings her way.~
24 10, 270 | And bore, with wings display’d, a silver swan.~
25 11, 1255| ring damsel, with expanded wings,~
26 11, 1318| While Night with sable wings involves the sky.~
27 12, 387 | lighten’d of his burthen, wings his way.~
28 12, 863 | around, or labor on their wings,~
29 12, 1227| Indued with windy wings to flit in air,~
30 12, 1249| about the tombs with nightly wings,~
31 12, 1258| And stridor of her wings. Amaz’d with fear,~
32 12, 1266| The lashing of your wings I know too well,~
33 12, 1292| Wish for the wings of winds, to mount the sky;~
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