Book, Chapter

 1    5, 130|        thy passions' storm!~  ~Circe ~
 2    5, 131|      tell you that I am called Circe?" she replied. "But I am
 3    5, 131|       purpose is beneath this. Circe loves not Polyaenos without
 4    5, 131|    from this spot!" So saying, Circe clasped me in arms that
 5    5, 131|     loss of vigor disappointed Circe!)~  ~Circe and Encolpius ~
 6    5, 131|        disappointed Circe!)~  ~Circe and Encolpius ~
 7    5, 132| humiliation. I am bewitched!" (Circe's anger was far from being
 8    5, 133|   written the following words:~CIRCE TO POLYAENOS -- GREETING.~
 9    5, 134|        THIRTIETH.~POLYAENOS TO CIRCE -- GREETING.~Dear lady,
10    5, 135|      witchcraft to stop me.~  ~Circe Enraged ~
11    5, 138|      man who could get up from Circe's bed without having tasted
12    5, 138|         and the sun's daughter Circe~Changed and transfigured
13    5, 142|   violence of her passion: but Circe owns me, heart and soul,
14    5, 143|   thoughts as these, of lovely Circe's charms so wrought upon
15    6     |        of things in her house.~Circe gave herself to Ulysses