Book,  Verse

 1      I,   296|       Of chilly darkness, lo! the torch of war!~ ~
 2      I,   629|                       For lo! with hissing serpents in
 3     II,   569|                       And lo! the traitor troops, foul
 4    III,   754|          Upon the waters. Lo! on burning plank~ ~
 5     IV,   591|                           Lo! on the rocks the Istrians;
 6      V,   257| The fates, to common day, lo! on her path~ ~
 7      V,   772|                      When lo! a tenth gigantic billow
 8     VI,   250|  This single warrior. But lo! from far~ ~
 9     IX,   565|  Back to their feet, when lo! around them stood,~ ~
10     IX,   927| clay that held it.~ ~ ~ ~ Lo! a different fate,~ ~
11     IX,   962|                           Lo! Upon branchless trunk a
12      X,   465|     Attracts her victims. Lo! a nobler now~ ~