Book, Verse

 1    3, 62  |   But ev’ry drop this living tree contains~
 2    3, 462 |     own tripod, and his holy tree;~
 3    3, 852 |      Cyclops, like a walking tree:~
 4    3, 893 |     yielding to the tow’ring tree of Jove,~
 5    5, 670 |                      And the tree trembled, and the shouting
 6    6, 207 |               There stands a tree; the queen of Stygian Jove~
 7    6, 218 |  lurking gold upon the fatal tree:~
 8    6, 223 |     If not, no labor can the tree constrain;~
 9    6, 276 |      steps to find the fatal tree,~
10    6, 296 |        Perch’d on the double tree that bears the golden bough.~
11    7, 93  |     Then found, and from the tree Laurentum call’d;~
12    7, 151 |              Beneath a shady tree, the hero spread~
13   12, 161 |   his goring horns against a tree,~
14   12, 1111|   Within the space, an olive tree had stood,~
15   12, 1116| hands the Trojans fell’d the tree,~
16   12, 1121|     spear from the tenacious tree;~