Book, Chapter

1    4, 113|    Spring by bitter Winter's sway;~Thy naked temples now in
2    4, 123|  held the whole world in his sway,~The ocean, the land; where
3    5, 130| sprout, the raging bull hold sway,~Or they white hair beneath
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