Book,  Verse

 1     II,   352|  Thrust through my frame their darts! May I alone~ ~
 2    III,   308|             Dipped fresh their darts in poison, whom the stream~ ~
 3    III,   606|      backwards, and unnumbered darts~ ~
 4    III,   687|      holding in his breast the darts which else~ ~
 5    III,   760|                 760 The fallen darts and furnishing the ship~ ~
 6    III,   789| towards the foe; then shall my darts~ ~
 7     IV,   770|        hordes; and those whose darts~ ~
 8      V,    93|           And with unpractised darts the Python slew.~ ~
 9     VI,    97|     Commands an onset, and the darts that fly~ ~
10     VI,   229|      one man an army. Why with darts,~ ~
11     VI,   244|          Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall~ ~
12     VI,   270|        Draw from my breast the darts, but add no more.~ ~
13    VII,   173|                  Sharpened his darts afresh: on Pallas' shield~ ~
14    VII,   572|                     Unnumbered darts they hurl, with prayers
15     IX,   852|                    Baneful ere darts his poison, Basilisk 26~ ~
16      X,   563|                         Should darts and torches fail. So story