Book, Verse

 1    2, 765 |  with fear, my hair with horror stood:~
 2    2, 1024|  All things were full of horror and affright,~
 3    2, 1076|   I strove to speak: but horror tied my tongue;~
 4    3, 36  |    I pull’d a plant—with horror I relate~
 5    3, 69  |                       My horror, and in bristles rose my
 6    5, 17  |           Then night and horror ocean’s face deform.~
 7    7, 23  |   Fill the sad isle with horror and affright.~
 8    7, 41  |  with shades and a brown horror stood:~
 9    8, 462 |  there amidst the sacred horror dwell.~
10    8, 794 |         Which add a holy horror to the grove.~
11    9, 134 | arms oppos’d, with equal horror wounds:~
12   10, 635 |                     Pale horror sate on each Arcadian face.~
13   12, 1255| his voice; his hair with horror stood.~