Book, Verse

 1    4, 189 |                       For the slow queen in antechambers wait;~
 2    4, 421 |      move her tender mind, by slow degrees,~
 3    5, 377 | native theater, which, rising slow~
 4    5, 572 |    stiff with age, his motion slow;~
 5    5, 892 |    destruction, but in motion slow.~
 6    6, 294 |                        To the slow lake, whose baleful stench
 7    9, 35  |       they move, majestically slow,~
 8    9, 1065|                      But with slow paces measures back the
 9   10, 539 |       but, while he mov’d too slow~
10   10, 642 | Imagine eager Turnus not more slow,~
11   10, 1129|                   Incumber’d, slow he dragg’d the spear along,~
12   11, 1088|         Swift to debauch, but slow to manly fight.”~
13   11, 1205|     more short, she pants; by slow degrees~
14   12, 973 |                            By slow degrees his reason drove
15   12, 1239|    whirling down: by far more slow~