Book,  Verse

 1      I,    82|                     Thus Rome o'ergrew her strength. So
 2      I,   226|   Gods of my race who watched o'er Troy of old;~ ~
 3      I,   276|           And Caesar towering o'er the throng was seen,~ ~
 4      I,   279|                               O miserable those to whom
 5      I,   383|            Of old his victory o'er Cilician thieves~ ~
 6      I,   411|                               O greatest leader of the Roman
 7      I,   435|             To plant our arms o'er Tiber's yellow stream,~ ~
 8      I,   613|                               O'er Calpe's rock and Atlas'
 9      I,   693|                      One lobe o'ergrows the other; of the
10      I,   712|                         Hangs o'er this city and o'er all
11      I,   712|      Hangs o'er this city and o'er all mankind.~ ~
12      I,   764|               Thou bear'st me o'er the cloud-compelling
13     II,    76|    Meantime, the aged fathers o'er their fates~ ~
14     II,    84|                               O Fortune! by the yielding
15     II,   270|                          270 "O thou in whom that virtue,
16     II,   306|      Olympus rears his summit o'er the clouds:~ ~
17     II,   421|                          Hung o'er his reverend visage;
18     II,   470|      were no larger, but that o'er the sand~ ~
19     II,   493|                               O'erstepped his limits and
20     II,   520|     520 And Caesar's fortune, o'er their wavering faith.~ ~
21     II,   542|                     And thou, O river, from thy mountain
22     II,   601|             And Gallia's fury o'er the snowy Alps 25~ ~
23    III,    69|     Or ocean by a sudden rise o'erwhelmed~ ~
24    III,   139|    Clear ringing spake: "Save o'er Metellus dead~ ~
25    III,   209|           Her ancient victory o'er the Persian King.~ ~
26    III,   297|                               O'erstep the limit. From that
27    III,   604|                         Swept o'er the sea and gained the
28    III,   708|                        Gushed o'er his limbs till lost amid
29    III,   788|                     Place me, O friends, as some machine
30    III,   804|                 Oft stumbling o'er the benches the old man
31    III,   807|       One blow he struck, but o'er his eyes there fell~ ~
32     IV,    17|                      Of stone o'erspanned, which not the
33     IV,   103|               First herald of o'erwhelming ills to come),~ ~
34     IV,   127|     way for floods. Let Rhine o'erflow~ ~
35     IV,   510|                     510 Below o'ershadowing rocks. These
36     IV,   690| strength might fail; and cast o'er all his bulk~ ~
37     IV,   878|             By weight of iron o'erwhelmed them. Still drew
38     IV,   926|                         Swept o'er his wavering mind: and
39      V,    86|                        Poured o'er the earth her billows,
40      V,   204|                               O'erturned; within her seethes
41      V,   229|     this great struggle thou, O Roman, free~ ~
42      V,   348|    his wont, his fortune, and o'erjoyed~ ~
43      V,   401|                       Wanders o'er land and sea. Nor were
44      V,   587|       Alone he passes on, and o'er the guard~ ~
45      V,   739|                      For fear o'ercame; he knew not where
46      V,   833|          Thus art thou tyrant o'er the mightiest mind!~ ~
47     VI,    20|                      20 Watch o'er the fortress of Corinthian
48     VI,    87|                               O'er hill and valley, and
49     VI,   166|                        Stride o'er the rampart, in their
50     VI,   339|     and hampered. Not so much o'erwhelmed~ ~
51     VI,   344|       beneath his load spouts o'er the plains~ ~
52     VI,   418|                               O'er which men pass the ploughshare:
53     VI,   494|                   Now hanging o'er them, deemed disaster
54     VI,   756|                               O'er rocks she drags him to
55     VI,   761|                        A wood o'ershadows, and a spreading
56     VI,   835|                     And thou, O boatman of the burning wave,~ ~
57     VI,   971|      And what should'st seek. O miserable race!~ ~
58    VII,    16|                               O'er conquered tribes where
59    VII,   130|                  130 Do thou, O Fortune, of the Roman state~ ~
60    VII,   229|       else the sky discordant o'er the space~ ~
61    VII,   332|                               O'er our Italia? Rome, 'tis
62    VII,   354|                               O'er all that peoples, all
63    VII,   368|       rob the life of Caesar. O ye gods,~ ~
64    VII,   420|                 420 An empire o'er the world, had they not
65    VII,   782|                           And o'er his prostrate corpse
66    VII,  1001|  crimson torrent. Thus may be o'erthrown~ ~
67    VII,  1007|                          Pass o'er more frequent bones.
68   VIII,    92|      yet I breathe, unseemly. O'er my tomb~ ~
69   VIII,   107|   Have left the better cause. O, hero mine,~ ~
70   VIII,   163|                      Receive, O deity, if still with me~ ~
71   VIII,   237|         He bids 5 Deiotarus: "O faithful friend,~ ~
72   VIII,   301|                               O faithful comrades mine in
73   VIII,   571|                               O'er Nile and Pharos: we shall
74   VIII,   633|        Finds place, or Egypt? O, may civil war~ ~
75   VIII,   739|                               O, husband, whom my wicked
76   VIII,   885|            Beside the blaze, "O, greatest chief," he cried,~ ~
77   VIII,   946|                               O'erthrown; the chariots which
78   VIII,   986|                               O, may my country place the
79     IX,    21|                          Next o'er Emathian plains he winged
80     IX,    49|                        Sweeps o'er the yielding wave, by
81     IX,   331|   Caesar shall give you life! O slaves most base,~ ~
82     IX,   529|             Raged at his will o'er the defenceless earth.~ ~
83     IX,   574|                        Flamed o'er them wandering: yet some
84     IX,   784|                        Poised o'er Medusa's realm; a burnished
85     IX,   810|                           810 O'er Libya's regions, from
86     IX,   814|                            If o'er forgetful of her course
87     IX,   976|       A scorpion had strength o'er death or fate?~ ~
88     IX,  1157|                               O sacred task of poets, toil
89     IX,  1172|                     Who watch o'er Phrygian ruins: ye who
90     IX,  1245|  Looked on Pharsalia's field. O fate most hard!~ ~
91     IX,  1258|                               O'er lands and oceans, that
92     IX,  1319|                               O famous Freedom!) on the
93      X,     4|           In crimson conquest o'er the guilty land,~ ~
94      X,    26|     Which should be scattered o'er the earth, repose,~ ~
95      X,   210|                          210 "O thou devoted to all sacred
96      X,   309|                               O'erflows, thence rushes Nile,
97      X,   426|                               O'er Egypt's land and o'er
98      X,   426|         O'er Egypt's land and o'er himself her king:~ ~
99      X,   454|       The glory of his empire o'er the world.~ ~