Book, Verse

 1    1, 165 | trembling pilot, from his rudder torn,~
 2    1, 755 |                         Cast our torn vessels on the moving sand:~
 3    2, 568 |       gathers, and the woods are torn:~
 4    2, 636 |                    Are piecemeal torn, or pounded into death.~
 5    4, 861 |                    I should have torn him piecemeal; strow’d in
 6    4, 885 |                                  Torn from his subjects, and his
 7    5, 601 |                                  Torn from the roots. The diff’
 8    6, 212 |          vulgar branches must be torn,~
 9    6, 577 |        from their tender mothers torn,~
10    7, 1053|                                  Torn by wild horses on the sandy
11    8, 626 |                                  Torn from the Tuscans by the
12    8, 856 |                          And his torn limbs are left the vulture’
13   10, 438 |       wretched mother ripp’d and torn;~
14   10, 992 |         and armor, from his body torn,~
15   10, 1097|           from the Trojan pirate torn,~
16   11, 1183|            As, when the wolf has torn a bullock’s hide~
17   12, 320 |       entrails from their bodies torn,~
18   12, 991 |        fragment, from a mountain torn~