Book,  Verse

 1      I,   283|    the first; would that our lot had been~ ~
 2     II,    54|    were slain! What wretched lot is ours!~ ~
 3     IV,   429|    for nature. Ah! the weary lot~ ~
 4     IV,   438|      they think the victor's lot, for whom~ ~
 5      V,   876|          I share the ignoble lot of vulgar lives:~ ~
 6    VII,   365| conquered, that I grieve: my lot apart~ ~
 7    VII,   821|    unknown, an exile, be thy lot,~ ~
 8    VII,   835|    wishing it had been their lot~ ~
 9   VIII,   276|                The peasant's lot than lordship of the world.~ ~ ~ ~
10   VIII,   346|     death.~ ~ "Would that my lot~ ~
11   VIII,   371|    kind Fortune vindicate my lot~ ~
12   VIII,   451|                          Thy lot is happy; death, unfeared
13     IX,    83|               For ever be my lot? her husbands slain~ ~
14     IX,   255|     Life might have been his lot, in despot rule,~ ~
15     IX,   391|               Best was their lot who gained the open waves~ ~
16     IX,   470|     weary march: such be the lot~ ~
17     IX,  1247|               Whom 'twas thy lot to mourn? No kindred ties~ ~