Metre/Prose,  page

 1 pI,   11  |        you would think it and the air of the same nature. On it,
 2 pI,   11  |         chief of the realm of the air, demanded tribute from its
 3 pI,   12  |      attacks of the powers of the air, now the traps of hunters,
 4 pI,   16  | unsubstantial wounds, and bit the air with impatient tooth. The
 5 pII,   20 |        meet the coming queen. The air put away the tearful visage
 6 mIII,   22|        asks for the breath of the air. It was the season in which
 7 mIII,   22|          to the good faith of the air, and wintry cold blast not
 8 pIII,   27|          of His providence In the air, as in the middle of the
 9 pIII,   28|        the absence of the sun the air is clothed in darkness,
10 mIV,   33 |        heavens befriend, whom the air serves, whom the earth cherishes,
11 pIV,   35 |           setting. Thus, too, the air, disciplined under my instruction,
12 pIV,   35 |          they cross the floods of air on the oarage of their wings.
13 pVI,   62 |        foot and the tribes of the air are buried With it in the
14 pVI,   65 |         thy misery. No fog of the air blurs its keenness, the
15 mIX,   86 |  bellowing. The horn tortured the air with unsubstantial wounds.
16 mIX,   87 |          volume 3 of their hollow air, with the touch of a friendly