Book, Chapter

1    1,   5|   lead me to my children, my limbs are hamstrung and will not
2    1,  27|  Artfully stretch forth your limbs and on with the dance and
3    5, 130|   touch that lovely form~Thy limbs will melt beneath thy passions'
4    5, 152|      the girl's marble white limbs gleamed like ivory seen
5    5, 160|  from her head down the dark limbs to her feet. Deep silence
6    6     | slave of unnatural lust. The limbs of such, like those of a
7    6     |  strays~My tongue is dulled, limbs adown~Flows subtle flame;