Book,  Verse

 1      I,   375|                           Of cruel Sulla, nursed in civil war,~ ~
 2      I,   500|      500 And Taranis' altars cruel as were those~ ~
 3     II,    51|                  Address the cruel gods in just complaint.~ ~
 4     II,   345|                 Yea! let the cruel gods exact in full~ ~
 5    III,   817|        I lose not, which the cruel gods have given,~ ~
 6     IV,   218|    The coming centuries! Ah, cruel fate!~ ~
 7     IV,   893|                          Let cruel Carthage rouse her hated
 8     IV,   928|          True, mighty Sulla, cruel Marius,~ ~
 9      V,   509|                              Cruel as tempest was the calm
10      V,   793|                        Twere cruel (such thy thought) to speak
11    VII,  1016|      s footsteps, parched by cruel suns,~ ~
12   VIII,    61| leaps to land; she marks the cruel doom~ ~
13   VIII,   118|           Thus expiate. And, cruel Julia, thee,~ ~
14   VIII,   561|   best defence is crime, and cruel deeds~ ~
15   VIII,   677|                              Cruel, departest? Thou forbad'
16     IX,    73|                Tossed by the cruel billows of the deep,~ ~
17     IX,   169|          As rumour said, the cruel victor asked~ ~
18     IX,   258|                           If cruel Fortune doth reserve for
19     IX,   517|                Worked by the cruel Syrtes on mankind;~ ~
20     IX,  1261|                          Did cruel Fortune spare, what depth