Book,  Verse

1      I,   537|             More fierce and pitiless -- from conquered foes~ ~
2     IV,    75|           Permit to gather; pitiless flamed the day~ ~
3     IV,   627|            Down flashed the pitiless sword: this proved their
4      V,   547|                          By pitiless fate away, nor left a pledge,~ ~
5     VI,   119| hard their vitals, and with pitiless tooth~ ~
6     VI,   755|     her purpose. Gripped by pitiless hook~ ~
7    VII,   719|                         The pitiless weapon clove its deadly
8     IX,   449|                       Burns pitiless, unclouded; and the slime~ ~
9      X,   178|    Not though he aimed with pitiless hand to grasp~ ~