Chapter

1      II| thee, and my soul perceive~ O'erwhelm'd with sweetness
2      XV|  now close the doors,~ And, O Musaeus! hearken thou to
3  XXVIII|    long, in fetters bound,~ O'erspread nine acres of infernal
4  XXVIII|     for their food,~ Scream o'er the fiend, and riot in
5  XXVIII|     fig with luscious juice o'erflows,~ With deeper red
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