Strophe

 1   1|           upon the palpable brown air. The fog came pouring in
 2   1| messengers descending through the air on clouds like feather-beds,
 3   1|         of confused noises in the air; incoherent sounds of lamentation
 4   1|    curiosity. He looked out. ~The air was filled with phantoms,
 5   2|   thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with
 6   2|       merry music, that the crisp air laughed to hear it. ~"These
 7   2|           an earthy savour in the air, a chilly bareness in the
 8   2|          side by side in the open air. ~"My time grows short,''
 9   3|         demeanour, and its joyful air. Girded round its middle
10   3|        town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that
11   3|          that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun
12   3|       other tunes a simple little air (a mere nothing: you might
13   4|         his knee; for in the very air through which this Spirit
14   4|    screened himself from the cold air without, by a frousy curtaining
15   4|        light, rising in the outer air, fell straight upon the
16   5|         Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious.