Book,  Verse

 1      I,   122|       Arsaces; your conquered foes~ ~
 2      I,   237|      The lion crouches as his foes draw near,~ ~
 3      I,   537|    pitiless -- from conquered foes~ ~
 4      I,   574|  Alone on rumour of advancing foes~ ~
 5     II,    61|     Suevians forth! Let us be foes~ ~
 6     II,   106|                  Borne to our foes, Jugurtha's wasted realm~ ~
 7     II,   255| greater joy than on his hated foes~ ~
 8     II,   497|                               Foes in Italia; no bloodless
 9     II,   577|            Be to my conquered foes the cause of hope,~ ~
10    III,   354|       ever find, when foreign foes pressed hard,~ ~
11    III,   715|     the upper side as bare of foes),~ ~
12     IV,   551|      Seen of both friends and foes, the gods have placed;~ ~
13      V,    46|           Rolls deep upon our foes: in Libyan wastes~ ~
14      V,   564|           To harbours held by foes; and dost thou fear~ ~
15     VI,    12|       prompt as ever: but his foes,~ ~
16     VI,   150|       between his slaughtered foes.~ ~
17     VI,   200|     To test if valour thus by foes oppressed,~ ~
18     VI,   217|                            Of foes he stood, hemmed in by densest
19     VI,   373|                Now freed from foes. "Ne'er will I pass," he
20    VII,   384|                          Your foes account his slaughter as
21    VII,   587|      One army struck -- their foes~ ~
22    VII,   932|     fit burial for his fallen foes;~ ~
23      X,   622|       double vantage, for his foes were pent~ ~
24      X,   632|    from the Court to Caesar's foes;~ ~
25      X,   652|      upon him the surrounding foes~ ~
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