Book, Verse

 1    1, 26  |                   The seat of awful empire she design’d.~
 2    1, 70  |            But I, who walk in awful state above,~
 3    1, 179 |                 He rear’d his awful head above the main,~
 4    1, 225 |     Majestic moves along, and awful peace maintains.~
 5    1, 314 |   King of Gods and Men! whose awful hand~
 6    1, 938 | Controls the Thund’rer on his awful throne,~
 7    2, 582 |                            Of awful Phoebus, sav’d from impious
 8    3, 477 |       of religious doubts and awful dread.~
 9    4, 213 |       golden fillet binds his awful brows;~
10    4, 354 |    first he grasps within his awful hand~
11    6, 86  |      The prince himself, with awful dread possess’d,~
12    6, 764 |                           And awful Rhadamanthus rules the state.~
13    6, 1173|        t is thine alone, with awful sway,~
14    7, 236 |                         Their awful axes and the rods before.~
15    8, 218 |                          With awful wonder fir’d my youthful
16    9, 108 |         Then thus replied her awful son, who rolls~
17   10, 154 |       heav’n’s axles with his awful nod.~
18   11, 626 |        Say rapid Aufidus with awful dread~
19   12, 1155|                           And awful honor of a god elect,~