Book, Chapter

 1  Pre     |     and in the translation of dead tongues into the ever changing
 2    1,  11|    tired as I was, and almost dead; you would have thought
 3    1,  15| Ascyltos, stretched out, half dead, upon a cot. Too far gone
 4    2,  49|  gladiators that were so near dead they'd have fallen flat
 5    2,  49|    was killed, was as good as dead, and hamstrung into the
 6    2,  56|      killed her sons, and the dead boys are lying so naturally
 7    2,  61|   blush in my grave after I'm dead. But you're so busy that
 8    2,  66|        Was ever anyone nearer dead from fright than me? Then
 9    2,  69|    the tax gatherers, for the dead man was rated at 50,000,
10    2,  73|       I do. No one can show a dead man a good time. Don't be
11    2,  75|     now as they will when I'm dead." They all commenced to
12    2,  75|   able to live even after I'm dead, thanks to your kindness.
13    2,  75|       m not insulted when I'm dead. And for fear the rabble
14    2,  78|      be nagged even after I'm dead! And furthermore, that she
15    2,  82|   enjoy this as well when I'm dead," he remarked, "as I do
16    2,  82|       couch. "Let on that I'm dead," said he, "and say something
17    4, 105|     him your brother's nearly dead from seasickness: your woebegone
18    4, 109|       he?" he bawled, "and at dead of night, too! Bring the
19    4, 113|       that thy head is partly dead this day!"~  ~Eumolpus Reciting ~
20    4, 115|       the ashes or sepultured dead can feel aught of thy woe!
21    4, 115|     woe! Would you recall the dead from the reluctant fates?
22    4, 116|       I would rather hang the dead than slay the living!' So
23    4, 116|       everyone wondered how a dead man had found his way to
24    4, 119|   manner the body, once it is dead, is consumed: by fire, by
25    4, 119|   composed an epitaph for the dead man:~HIS FATE WAS UNAVOIDABLE~
26    4, 125|   field I can see strewn with dead of two battles~And Thessaly'
27    4, 125|     to carry~The souls of the dead in his skiff: 'tis a fleet
28    5, 133|       feel like one, if I am! Dead and buried lies that part
29    5, 133|     danger; you're as good as dead, I'm sure! What if the same
30    5, 139|        where they looked like dead flies. I wondered, then,
31    5, 140|       and my booty, threw the dead goose behind the cot and
32    5, 140|    any longer, I produced the dead goose in payment for her
33    5, 141|     the sacrifice. Seeing the dead goose and inquiring the
34    5, 145|    the law ordaining that the dead shall be devoured by their
35    5, 150|       a coffin the image of a dead body carved in wood, made
36    5, 150|      enjoy yourself; for when dead you will be like this.'
37    6     |      bands the living and the dead.~Fate, however, has often