Book,  Verse

 1    III,     8|    longer knew them. Then his wearied frame~ ~
 2    III,   553|        All spent in vain, the wearied troops withdrew~ ~
 3     IV,   398| generous! blood nor sword nor wearied arm~ ~
 4      V,   805|       beamed on them, and the wearied deep,~ ~
 5     VI,    56|                    And Caesar wearied ere he saw the whole,~ ~
 6     VI,   836|                           Now wearied of the shades from hell
 7    VII,   620|                           620 Wearied of slaughter. Oh, that to
 8   VIII,     3|    forests lone, urged on his wearied steed~ ~
 9     IX,   875|    flame upon his tongue: his wearied limbs~ ~
10     IX,  1045|                  Did Fortune, wearied of their perils, grant.~ ~
11     IX,  1141|                               Wearied, possessed the temples of
12      X,   206|                          They wearied and their pleasure found