Book, Verse

 1    3, 847 |  three moons their sharpen’d horns renew,~
 2    4, 84  |   the ruddy wine betwixt her horns;~
 3    4, 169 |                 And cheerful horns from side to side resound,~
 4    4, 183 |                          And horns and hounds awake the princely
 5    4, 321 |         And held his altar’s horns. The mighty Thund’rer heard;~
 6    5, 483 |           A bull with gilded horns, and fillets tied,~
 7    5, 506 |        And having seiz’d his horns, accosts the prince:~
 8    6, 350 | pours the wine betwixt their horns;~
 9    7, 665 |                         With horns and hounds, a hunting match
10    7, 679 |          To hang his budding horns, with ribbons tied~
11    7, 1078|                         With horns exalted stands, and seems
12    9, 854 |        And almost join’d the horns of the tough yew.~
13   11, 1248|         Till the far distant horns approach’d on either side.~
14   12, 161 |          He tries his goring horns against a tree,~
15   12, 262 |                Betwixt their horns the purple wine he sheds;~
16   12, 1044|                         With horns adverse they meet; the keeper