Book,  Verse

 1     II,    28|        grieving maidens beat the breast,~ ~
 2     II,    45|          Beat, mothers, beat the breast,~ ~
 3     II,   262|         found in haughty Brutus' breast~ ~
 4     II,   323|                 Cato from inmost breast these sacred words:~ ~
 5     II,   377|         hair dishevelled, beaten breast,~ ~
 6     II,   544|        and broken on thy foaming breast~ ~
 7    III,   128|                       Yet in one breast the spirit of freedom rose~ ~
 8    III,   402|      clinging, from the shrunken breast~ ~
 9    III,   650|   Phocaean, pierced his back and breast~ ~
10    III,   663|        the moment quivers in his breast.~ ~
11    III,   687|               And holding in his breast the darts which else~ ~
12    III,   806|    bedewed his cheek, nor on his breast~ ~
13     IV,   170|                          170 And breast the foaming torrent." Then
14     IV,   205|          have done. Why beat thy breast?~ ~
15     IV,   258|       fleet with turret bulwarks breast the main,~ ~
16     IV,   282|               Upon the self-same breast; and though at first~ ~
17     IV,   310|               310 Strike not the breast advancing; let the war~ ~
18     IV,   431|    victor's feet, with lightened breast,~ ~
19     IV,   537|      than a conqueror's, if with breast advanced~ ~
20     IV,   624|                  Their throat or breast received it to the hilt;~ ~
21     IV,   702|                 Began to totter. Breast to breast they strive~ ~
22     IV,   702|       Began to totter. Breast to breast they strive~ ~
23     IV,   732|        constrained; against this breast,~ ~
24      V,   110|         110 Caught in a virgin's breast, this deity~ ~
25      V,   112|                  Sounds from her breast, as when the lofty peak~ ~
26      V,   135|          happiness; for whatever breast~ ~
27      V,   152|            Roman, that moves thy breast to know the fates?~ ~
28      V,   173|       resting near the doors, in breast unmoved~ ~
29      V,   193|            Into her unaccustomed breast the god,~ ~
30      V,   370|        thy sword into this naked breast,~ ~
31      V,   860|       860 And rise from thy dear breast when trumpets call~ ~
32     VI,   239|        life by shame; and on his breast~ ~
33     VI,   270|                 270 Draw from my breast the darts, but add no more.~ ~
34     VI,   298|          the gods and shield the breast of Mars.~ ~
35     VI,   542|         unnatural; the old man's breast~ ~
36    VII,   151|    tumultuous throbs against his breast;~ ~
37    VII,   706|        throbbed within Domitius' breast,~ ~
38    VII,   722|                Glanced from this breast unharmed the quivering spear;~ ~
39   VIII,    73|         form, till Magnus to his breast~ ~
40   VIII,   122|       Thy Magnus." Then upon his breast she fell,~ ~
41   VIII,   720|         himself in dying; in his breast~ ~
42     IX,    23|       deep: in Brutus' blameless breast~ ~
43     IX,   211|           they wept and beat the breast.~ ~
44     IX,   227|                From Cato's noble breast instinct with truth:~ ~
45     IX,   308|            From Cato's blameless breast: "Then with like vows~ ~
46     IX,   434|                    Leaped in his breast, impatient of delay,~ ~
47     IX,   473|        welcomes, and the patient breast~ ~
48     IX,   653|         is wasted. To thy sacred breast,~ ~
49     IX,   657|      thoughts borne in his quiet breast,~ ~
50     IX,  1042| Possessed upon him? In another's breast~ ~
51     IX,  1236|                  Forced from his breast a groan: thus by the flow~ ~
52      X,    85|            When Caesar's haughty breast drew in the flame?~ ~
53      X,   169|                        Her snowy breast shone through Sidonian lawn~ ~
54      X,   202|               To lavish, and his breast was shamed of war~ ~
55      X,   225|      such ardour burns within my breast,~ ~