Metre/Prose,  page

 1 Pre,    2  |     leave on the translator's hands a multitude of words, fluttering
 2 pIII,   23 |     comfort of her supporting hands, and, encircling me in her
 3 pIV,   40  |    stealthily withdrawn their hands from the chastening rods
 4 pIV,   41  |     of dissension, Lay me the hands of outrage, and themselves
 5 pIV,   45  |      violent sundering at the hands of the Fates.' ~While, in
 6 pV,   52   |   trap Of a conclusion at the hands of Atropos through any ~
 7 pV,   54   |      had been sundered by the hands of the Fates, and more subtly
 8 pVIII,   77|       of stones, shone on his hands with extraordinary splendor,
 9 pVIII,   81|      to increase further. Her hands, which did not turn back
10 pIX,   95  | lights of the tapers in their hands became drowsy, sank to the