Canto

 1     4|      honour raised anew, now well-nigh spent.~Besides, you by the
 2     6|    woe,~The miserable damsel well-nigh died:~For so abroad the
 3    14|     line,~Filling the bottom well-nigh to the brink;~And countless
 4    14| mounted to such height, they well-nigh dried~The watery bosom of
 5    22|    mountain-height,~Wandered well-nigh the ample country through.~
 6    23|  from the rock.~ ~ CXII~Then well-nigh lost all feeling; so a prey~
 7    24| array;~Who to the lilies are well-nigh a prey.~ ~ ~ I~Let him make
 8    24|      the suffering youth was well-nigh dead.~ ~ LXXVIII~"So be
 9    27|    fury to restrain;~Who had well-nigh too dear the experience
10    33|  teeth, had stood:~But (what well-nigh engendered more despite~--
11    33|      CX~Upon this hill which well-nigh kissed the skies,~Piercing
12    34|     Of Lydia's woe, by smoke well-nigh opprest.~He mounts anew,
13    34|     so little light,~-- Yea, well-nigh might be said that light
14    34| ancient fame;~And now, alas! well-nigh without a name.~ ~ LXXVII~
15    42|   the earth the least.~While well-nigh all behold his antlers spread,~
16    43|      opprest,~He of his wits well-nigh was dispossest;~ ~ CXXII~"
17    45|     the murderous block have well-nigh died,~That on the following
18    45|      hardship sore~And thing well-nigh impossible, he said,~With