Book,  Verse

 1      I,   170|                170 Triumph his joy, though ruin marked his
 2     II,   255|                     No greater joy than on his hated foes~ ~
 3     II,   309|                           What joy for Caesar, if the tidings
 4     II,   503|   legions -- this was Caesar's joy;~ ~
 5    III,    55|                    He found no joy in triumph; rather grieved~ ~
 6    III,   115|   march, no feigned acclaim of joy.~ ~
 7     IV,   285|  doubtful will: with monstrous joy~ ~
 8     IV,   421|        the banquet! Pride that joy'st~ ~
 9     IV,   565|    know us for invincible, and joy~ ~
10     VI,   263|      the sky arose; no greater joy~ ~
11     VI,   329| prepares, so that he end their joy~ ~
12    VII,   654|                Glowed with the joy of battle: midst the dead~ ~
13   VIII,   466| thousand others: yet in savage joy,~ ~
14     IX,  1113|       sorrow! how with growing joy~ ~
15     IX,  1238|                            His joy else manifest: and the ghastly