Book,  Verse

 1      I,   648|                 In offered victims, and the levin bolt.~ ~
 2     II,   120|  120 Death strode upon his victims! plebs alike~ ~
 3     II,   132|                The tale of victims. Shamed by empty hands,~ ~
 4     II,   222|                 And living victims there was space no more,~ ~
 5    III,   644|             Find yet their victims, and the falling steel~ ~
 6     IV,   343|                The readier victims: this was all they won.~ ~
 7     IV,   680|           680 Made all his victims. Last to Afric shores,~ ~
 8     VI,   510| And fires of heaven, or by victims slain,~ ~
 9    VII,   603|    above, Death struck his victims down,~ ~
10     IX,   831|    suffers not his hapless victims' blood~ ~
11      X,   465|               Attracts her victims. Lo! a nobler now~ ~