Book, Chapter

1    1,   9| manhood, and at the Maeonian spring~His fortunate soul drink
2    2,  50|    We'll have fresh eggs and spring chicken to chew on when
3    2,  59| exile from winter, herald of spring,~Still, finds his last nest
4    4, 113|    blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway;~
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