Book,  Verse

 1     II,    90|                    90 Death oft refused him; and the very
 2    III,   253|                    And Tyre oft trembling with the shaken
 3    III,   503|     punishment? Yet fortune oft~ ~
 4    III,   770|                         770 Oft in his fatal grasp he seized
 5    III,   804|                             Oft stumbling o'er the benches
 6     IV,    88|    storm unquenched: though oft athwart the gloom~ ~
 7     IV,   441|    must he triumph! and how oft~ ~
 8     VI,   664|     fatal lock: and holding oft~ ~
 9    VII,   293|               Prayed for so oft, the dawn of fight is come.~ ~
10    VII,   697|               Vanquished so oft by Caesar, now 'twas thine~ ~
11    VII,   982|                             Oft on the conquerors and their
12   VIII,   461| hate upon his city; but how oft~ ~
13     IX,  1093|         A moment's silence. Oft from the black flesh~ ~