Book,  Verse

1      I,   740|                     740 The end Rome longs for and
2     II,   740|                     740 And Rome herself, the mistress
3    III,   740|                     740 The ships are broken for
4     IV,   740|                     740 Hence hoar antiquity that
5      V,   740|                     740 Or where to meet the wave:
6     VI,   740|                     740 And through redoubled night,
7    VII,   740|                     740 And all her manifold peoples
8   VIII,   740|                     740 That lonely isle apart thy
9     IX,   740|                     740 Issued the sibilant rattle