Book,  Verse

 1      I,   541|        thought swells rumour's lie:~ ~
 2      I,   754|                                Lie broad beneath. But why these
 3     II,   209|      crushed beneath some ruin lie the dead;~ ~
 4     IV,   114|       with darkness. Thus doth lie~ ~
 5     IV,   411|         prone on the bank they lie~ ~
 6     IV,   445| himself shall, though in ruin, lie!~ ~
 7      V,   416|                                Lie, traitors, prone on earth,
 8      V,   447|                                Lie to our masters, men found
 9      V,   768|        or funeral; let my body lie~ ~
10      V,   864|                                Lie hid, nor let the fortune
11     VI,   182|       where slaughtered heroes lie?~ ~
12     VI,   638|                  But those who lie within a stony cell~ ~
13    VII,    81|      feet thy leading captains lie;~ ~
14    VII,   702|       of scorn: "And dost thou lie,~ ~
15    VII,   859|     and triumphant: there doth lie the prize~ ~
16    VII,  1015|     unexplored thy soil should lie,~ ~
17   VIII,   185|       the pathless tracts that lie~ ~
18   VIII,   329|                           Rome lie beneath him. Wherefore,
19      X,   213|                            How lie their lands, the manners
20      X,   258|     stations, under which doth lie~ ~