Book,  Verse

 1      I,   245|      heat flows on; his pigmy tide~ ~
 2      I,   466| alternate claim, whene'er the tide~ ~
 3      I,   470|       the moon that makes the tide to swell,~ ~
 4      I,   758|       flowing wave the rising tide.~ ~
 5     II,   152|    spared him, but the feeble tide of blood~ ~
 6     II,   237|       headlong torrents ran a tide of blood,~ ~
 7    III,   611|                           The tide contends, this way the waves
 8     IV,   110|      sweep downwards; and the tide~ ~
 9     IV,   123|  clouds continual; forbid the tide,~ ~
10     IV,   481|   growing sands; then, on the tide~ ~
11     IV,   513|     waves beneath. Hither the tide~ ~
12     IV,   517|     surges back, as boils the tide~ ~
13     IV,   831|                      Gushes a tide of poison. Fortune smiled~ ~
14     IV,   889|                            No tide of blood was there to glut
15      V,   279|    turned back the prosperous tide of fate.~ ~
16     VI,    80|                        80 The tide of civil passion rose and
17    VII,   345|     Unnumbered on the crimson tide of death.~ ~
18    VII,   692|         Mixed with the purple tide. And yet of all~ ~
19    VII,   761|      sought his ruin; and the tide of blood~ ~
20     IX,   393|       tempest; but a sweeping tide~ ~