Book, Verse

 1    4, 954 |   Her sad attendants saw the deadly stroke,~
 2    5, 639 |                          The deadly stroke, descending, pierc’
 3    6, 344 |                         Such deadly stenches from the depths
 4    8, 586 |                          And deadly steel, in the large furnace
 5    9, 553 |                          The deadly weapon, hissing from the
 6    9, 946 | Sarpedon’s son, he slew: the deadly dart~
 7   10, 828 |   and pierc’d his groin: the deadly wound,~
 8   11, 1001|                   Of all her deadly darts, not one she lost;~
 9   11, 1100|   His jointed arms, to fix a deadly wound.~
10   11, 1137|                         With deadly wounds he gall’d the distant
11   12, 462 | Swiftly he turns, and aims a deadly blow~
12   12, 787 |     at his temples aim’d the deadly spear;~
13   12, 1235|     down diseases, death and deadly care,~
14   12, 1328|    And brandishing aloft the deadly lance:~
15   12, 1373|    Pallas, Pallas gives this deadly blow.”~