Book,  Verse

 1      I,    52|                 Thou, Caesar, art her prize. When thou shalt
 2      I,    75|     is my subject and my muse art thou!~ ~ ~ ~
 3      I,   575|                               Art left a desert, and thy battlements~ ~
 4      I,   727|      at peace; but, Mars, why art thou bent~ ~
 5     II,   276|        Cato is Brutus' guide. Art thou for peace,~ ~
 6    III,   155|                               Art little worthy: never shall
 7    III,   261|    the secrets of their magic art.~ ~ ~ ~
 8     IV,   503|       taught by their ancient art,~ ~
 9      V,   356|     Of that unconquered host. Art thou not shamed~ ~
10      V,   561|                               Art thou commanded? Caesar bids
11      V,   738| master of the boat forgot his art,~ ~
12      V,   833|                          Thus art thou tyrant o'er the mightiest
13     VI,    13|           Proof against every art, refused to leave~ ~
14     VI,   520|     er transcended; all their art~ ~
15     VI,   605|    their piety, and yet viler art~ ~
16     VI,   721|     To its accomplishment. My art has power~ ~
17     VI,   729|     question, then Thessalian art~ ~
18     VI,   874|     Wasted and pallid as thou art in hell~ ~ ~ ~
19     VI,   906|            From all Haemonian art. Such burial place~ ~
20    VII,    99|                               Art thou the Senate's comrade
21    VII,   495|      men embattled. How great art thou,~ ~
22    VII,   790|                 790 When thou art present. 25~ ~ ~ ~ Then
23   VIII,    53|                   Gazing afar art first to mark the sail~ ~
24   VIII,   406|  brooked no foreign lord. And art thou pleased~ ~
25   VIII,   494|                               Art thou not he to whom our
26   VIII,   603|   dost thou doubt, since thou art in my power,~ ~
27   VIII,   604|                          Thou art my victim? By what trust
28   VIII,   743|      work? But whosoe'er thou art~ ~
29   VIII,   802|                            By art nefarious: the shrivelled
30   VIII,   869|   glowing logs, "Whoe'er thou art," he said~ ~
31   VIII,   924|                           And art thou, Fortune, pleased that
32     IX,   776|                 And wrestling art, came Perseus, down from
33      X,   171|                           The art of Nile had loosened. Ivory
34      X,   340|     mention; wheresoe'er thou art~ ~
35      X,   341|                           Yet art thou sought, nor yet has
36      X,   353|                        Whence art thou come; and with no native