Book,  Verse

 1      I,   340|             340 "Comrades," he cried, "victorious returned,~ ~
 2     II,    45|                     And riven, cried, "Beat, mothers, beat the
 3     II,   540| marching host. "Dash down," he cried,~ ~
 4     II,   551|   march; and roused to ire, he cried:~ ~
 5    III,   787|       rigour of his limbs; and cried,~ ~
 6    III,   816|          This short space," he cried,~ ~
 7     IV,   168|        the hill, "To arms!" he cried:~ ~
 8     IV,   184|                  Speed on," he cried, "and meet their flight
 9     IV,   308|    life and flight. But Caesar cried:~ ~
10     IV,   730|           730 `Stand thou,' he cried; `no more upon the ground~ ~
11      V,   151|  future. "What this hope," she cried,~ ~
12     VI,   179|       A refuge, 8 "Whence," he cried, "this impious fear~ ~
13     VI,   267|      bent on fight, submissive cried,~ ~
14     VI,   280|      valour again; and thus he cried,~ ~
15    VII,   775|      else beside him?" Thus he cried,~ ~
16   VIII,   676|                   Frenzied she cried: "And whither without me,~ ~
17   VIII,   885|         O, greatest chief," he cried,~ ~
18     IX,    70|        70 Judge me unfit," she cried, "to light the pyre~ ~
19     IX,   586|       a brave man's heart?" he cried,~ ~
20     IX,   720|       720 Untasted, "Vain," he cried, "your fear of death.~ ~
21     IX,   992|         Return, ye gods," they cried,~ ~
22     IX,  1152|     footstep; but the herdsman cried~ ~