Book, Chapter

1    1,  30| Agamemnon's burst in upon our trembling conclave and said, "Don'
2    2,  53|       a carving knife, with a trembling hand, and slashed the hog'
3    2,  78|     covered her face with her trembling hands. Scintilla was frightened,
4    4, 104|      voice, but at last, with trembling hands, I tugged at the hem
5    4, 118|      grew more malignant, the trembling Lycas stretched out his
6    4, 127| clouds, bound~By ice, and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail
7    5, 141|       She spoke, and from her trembling head she tore the snow-white