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 1     I|   Nature not prepare~ Men of a bulk to ford the seas afoot,~
 2     I|      fat and drowsy, lay their bulk~ Along the joyous pastures
 3     I|        water's soft and supple bulk~ Becoming a river of abounding
 4     I|    under our feet, and all its bulk,~ Among its mingled wrecks
 5    II|    this account, because~ Both bulk of water and the subtle
 6   III|       yet from an of these one bulk of body~ Is made complete,
 7   III|   However hugely he extend his bulk -~ Who hath for outspread
 8    IV|     the mighty ship~ Of mighty bulk; one hand directs the same,~
 9     V|     tree-trunk with tremendous bulk,~ O what, again, could he
10     V|     those intervals away~ From bulk of flames; and to the sight
11     V|       And thuswise flow into a bulk so big~ That from one single
12    VI|    clouds~ Have not so dense a bulk. But when, indeed,~ The
13    VI|       sacrilege have waves and bulk of brine~ And floating fields
14    VI|        together to augment the bulk~ Of massed clouds. For moistures
15    VI|      too, when some prodigious bulk~ Of age-worn soil is rolled
16    VI|    there~ In the hollow deeps, bulk forward from one spot,~
17    VI|    albeit they see~ So great a bulk of lands to bulge and break!~
18    VI|     not~ Bigger and bigger the bulk of ocean, since~ So vast
19    VI| possible, besides,~ That a big bulk of piled sand may bar~ His