Book, Chapter

1    2,  46|         anyway, because I was at a funeral; dandy fellow, he was too,
2    2,  76|         they were taking part in a funeral. Even I was beginning to
3    2,  82|          that you're invited to my funeral feast." The thing had grown
4    2,  82|    horn-blowers sounded off a loud funeral march together, and one
5    4, 115| conventional custom and follow the funeral cortege with her hair down,
6    4, 119|            Lycas was burned upon a funeral pyre raised by the hands
7    4, 124|           Uplifted his head by the funeral flames silhouetted~And sprinkled
8    4, 125|         two battles~And Thessaly's funeral pyres and Iberia mourning.~
9    5, 133|         would have to send for the funeral trumpeters! Still, even