Metre/Prose,  page

1 pIV,   45  |           allegory, they have yet left us no marks of certainty.
2 mVI,   58  |           shadow of its shadow is left surviving; lacking light,
3 pVIII,   79|        hand of the virgin. On her left hand sat a turtle-dove,
4 pVIII,   80|       near and close at hand, she left her seat, and, coming to
5 pIX,   91  | occupation of writing; and in his left he bore an animal's skin
6 pIX,   91  |         this serious drawing, the left hand came to the aid of
7 pIX,   92  |         the writing surface. The ~left hand forsook the path of
8 pIX,   95  |          of the mystic apparition left me, who had been fired by