Book, Chapter

 1    3,  87|   lascivious Naiad. Here, too, was Apollo, cursing his murderous hand
 2    3,  87|           was coming to forbid it. Apollo recalled the spirit of a
 3    3,  93|           in the blackest despair.~Apollo commanded! The forested
 4    4, 113|        glister~Than those of great Apollo or his sister!~Now, smoother
 5    4, 125|     groaning~And Actium's gulf and Apollo's darts quailing the warriors!~
 6    4, 126|            from heaven the bird of Apollo~Vouchsafed a good omen and
 7    5, 138|           spells must descend, and Apollo, atremble~Backs up his horses
 8    5, 151|         stood a statue of Marsyas, Apollo's ill-starred rival. It
 9    6     | foretelling the future, with which Apollo endowed Cassandra, did not
10    6     |          Phtyian, from whose organ Apollo was foreordained to come,