Book,  Verse

 1      I,   357|                  And Cato's empty name! We will not fly.~ ~
 2      I,   527|                        Then empty rumour to well-grounded
 3     II,   132|  tale of victims. Shamed by empty hands,~ ~
 4     II,   816| flying stern; then from the empty sea~ ~
 5     IV,   168|                       Stand empty on the hill, "To arms!"
 6     IV,   414|     too copious, filled the empty veins~ ~
 7     IV,   472|    All ponderous weight; on empty casks beneath~ ~
 8      V,   450|     eagles, fasces; with an empty word~ ~
 9      V,   457|        In vain solemnity of empty urns.~ ~
10    VII,    10|     10 In troubled sleep an empty dream conceived.~ ~
11   VIII,   288|     was the husbandman, and empty homes~ ~
12   VIII,   443|                         And empty quiver from the field. His
13   VIII,   543|                          Of empty rites, and guardian of the