Book, Verse

 1    1, 549 |  ground, and seek the quiet stream.~
 2    2, 364 |                         Now stream’d afresh, and with new purple
 3    2, 978 |         Till in some living stream I cleanse the guilt~
 4    6, 443 |                  The sacred stream which heav’n’s imperial
 5    6, 965 |                Which to the stream the crowding people draws.~
 6    7, 689 |                 As down the stream he swam, to seek retreat~
 7    8, 126 | painted ships that stem the stream.~
 8    8, 726 |       Down with the falling stream the refuse run,~
 9    9, 323 |     rising turrets, and the stream between,~
10    9, 470 |       The wound pours out a stream of wine and blood;~
11    9, 580 |         Gush’d out a purple stream, and stain’d the ground.~
12    9, 821 |       There bath’d amid the stream, our boys we hold,~
13   10, 287 |  son of Manto by the Tuscan stream,~
14   10, 595 |                    O sacred stream, direct my flying dart,~
15   10, 1312|                 The crimson stream distain’d his arms around,~
16   11, 585 |  You, Drances, never want a stream of words,~
17   11, 828 | Prepar’d to plunge into the stream, he fears,~
18   11, 989 |                    A purple stream came spouting from the wound;~
19   12, 1282|       Then plung’d into her stream, with deep despair,~