Book,  Verse

1    III,   508|      Mourns for his harvest.~ ~ ~ ~ But the eager chief~ ~
2     IV,   464|    Nor golden Ceres harvest; but his troops~ ~
3     IV,   788|           A welcome harvest for his crown retained.~ ~
4     VI,   619|        Treading the harvest with accursed foot~ ~
5    VII,   359| Of all our wars the harvest or the doom.~ ~
6    VII,   967| Then to the ghastly harvest of the war~ ~
7    VII,   996|      When shall the harvest of thy fields arise~ ~
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