Book, Verse

 1    3, 311 |         Then, when along the crooked shore we hear~
 2    3, 358 |                          Our crooked anchors from the prow we
 3    4, 825 |    Haste to your banks; your crooked anchors weigh,~
 4    5, 333 |                         With crooked talons bears the boy away.~
 5    6, 809 |                          Her crooked beak and cruel talons tried;~
 6    7, 200 |  coasts and trendings of the crooked shore:~
 7    7, 243 |         Old Saturn, with his crooked scythe, on high;~
 8    7, 715 | Ascends the roof, and to her crooked horn,~
 9    7, 1012|                        Short crooked swords in closer fight they
10    8, 595 |   turn the glowing mass with crooked tongs;~
11    9, 140 |             Loos’d from your crooked anchors, launch at large,~
12    9, 763 |                          Her crooked talons truss the fearful
13   10, 300 |        Frowning he seems his crooked shell to sound,~
14   11, 1107|                Fast’ning his crooked talons on the prey:~