Book,  Verse

1     IV,   800|    While still my soldiers. Idle days breed doubt.~ ~
2      V,   184|        The tripods yet were idle, and in rage,~ ~
3     VI,   239|                             Idle, give life by shame; and
4    VII,   149|                Bears him an idle burden. Now the camp~ ~
5    VII,   652|                  Or held it idle, and the cheek that grew~ ~
6    VII,   942|      Thessalia. Yet by this idle rage~ ~
7     IX,  1170| forth its odours, these not idle vows~ ~
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