Book,  Verse

 1      I,   254|   crossed and trod beneath his feet~ ~
 2     II,   741|                     Lay at his feet, the greatest prize of all.~ ~
 3    III,   110|               Trembling at his feet~ ~
 4    III,   447|         Low at her favourite's feet, was forced to stay~ ~
 5    III,   704|                     But by his feet his comrades dragged him
 6     IV,   374|    Sicoris and Iberus at their feet,~ ~
 7     IV,   380|        380 Before the victor's feet, and sues for peace.~ ~
 8     IV,   431|            Low at the victor's feet, with lightened breast,~ ~
 9     IV,   678|       him strength, and on his feet~ ~
10     IV,   706|                    He puts his feet, and forcing them apart,~ ~
11     IV,   857|     ear, nor prancing with his feet~ ~
12      V,   291|        How trembled 'neath his feet the dizzy height~ ~
13      V,   435| sheltered Sipus nestles at the feet~ ~
14     VI,   284|                    At Caesar's feet his standards. Me do ye
15     VI,   961|         And tread beneath your feet, in pride of place,~ ~
16    VII,    81|                    Here at thy feet thy leading captains lie;~ ~
17    VII,   202|       Olympus, while at Ossa's feet~ ~
18    VII,   497|        war laid nations at thy feet~ ~
19    VII,   860|       won, not Caesar; at your feet~ ~
20   VIII,   381|      Magnus, to the Parthians' feet alone?~ ~
21   VIII,   390|     390 She trembled, at whose feet she captive saw~ ~
22   VIII,   486|            Lay at her victor's feet. To this foul peace~ ~
23   VIII,   501|   canst supplicate at Caesar's feet~ ~
24     IX,   337|         which, laid before the feet~ ~
25     IX,   540|   Romans, snatching from their feet~ ~
26     IX,   565|                  Back to their feet, when lo! around them stood,~ ~
27     IX,   570|        they seen, yet at their feet~ ~
28     IX,  1030|      1030 Now lies beneath our feet. Yet for our fates~ ~
29     IX,  1107|    more and more beneath their feet the dust~ ~
30     IX,  1154|                     Lay at his feet in sacred shape no more:~ ~
31      X,   104|                   Falls at thy feet embracing. To our race~ ~
32      X,   171|       Nile had loosened. Ivory feet~ ~
33      X,   331|                  Warm at their feet. Sesostris 17 westward far~ ~