Parte,  Chap.

1   I,   AuthPre|     pleasant fields, bright skies, murmuring brooks, peace
2   I,     XXXIV|     him that under lowering skies,~ In peril o'er a trackless
3   I,    XXXVII|    and jerking me up to the skies very neatly and smartly,
4  II,        XX|     Shall be exalted to the skies.~ ~Poetry withdrew, and
5  II,       XXX| said to him, lauding to the skies, in his rustic phrase, her
6  II,     XXXII|    that sends him up to the skies. After all, I would not
7  II,      XLVI|     This exalts them to the skies.~ ~Don Quixote had got so