Metre/Prose,  page

 1 pI,   12   |      astrologer, told with its voice's clock the divisions of
 2 pI,   13   |     There the trick of a false voice beguiled the quail, ignorant
 3 pIII,   24 | perception the image of a real voice, and by this brought into
 4 pIV,   34  |    with strict restraint of my voice, a fitting reply. ~For nothing,'
 5 pV,   52   |    such degree that the active voice should become able by a
 6 pV,   52   |      an eternal anathema. ~The voice of controversial logic,
 7 pVI,   64  |   Virgil, are smothered by its voice. Now the rich man, shipwrecked
 8 pVIII,   79|       tuned the cithara of its voice to sorrowful moans. A band
 9 mIX,   86  |       wounds. Its wild, unruly voice knew not how to obey the
10 mIX,   87  |  lawless song. The clear, fair voice of the cithara, more sweetly
11 mIX,   87  |      common sound and beggarly voice rang the cymbals, the clamor
12 pIX,   93  |       and, 175 material of his voice into following this, coined