Book, Chapter

1    2,  66|  out my sword and cut every shadow along the road to bits,
2    5, 133|   dallied the longer in the shadow of pleasure. Still, I would
3    5, 156| forbade with its knife, the shadow of down to appear, and fostered
4    5, 160|      And not so much as the shadow of a lover! Since the day
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