dove

sent forth a dove from him, to

But the dove found no rest

sent forth the dove out of the

And the dove came in to

sent forth the dove; which returned not

cab of dove’s dung for five pieces

wings like a dove! for then would

wings of a dove covered with silver,

O my dove, that art in

my love, my dove, my undefiled: for

My dove, my undefiled is

mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail

be like the dove that maketh her

like a silly dove without heart: they

and as a dove out of the

descending like a dove, and lighting upon

Spirit like a dove descending upon him:

shape like a dove upon him, and

heaven like a dove, and it abode