Book,  Verse

1     II,   655|  happier far than Sulla, drave to death 30~ ~
2    III,   798|              And failing drave it home. His aged sire~ ~
3    III,   823|    The reeking sword and drave it to the hilt,~ ~
4     IV,    72|                          Drave all that shroud Arabia and
5     IV,   588| in the Twins his chariot drave~ ~
6    VII,     2| slowly Titan rose, 1 nor drave his steeds,~ ~
7    VII,   869|                      But drave them, blind with frenzy
8     IX,   384|                          Drave back th' invading ships,
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