Book,  Verse

 1      I,   364|                  And ghastly famine made to serve his ends?~ ~
 2     II,   219|                              Famine and Sword, the raging sky
 3    III,    64|                          For famine only makes a city free;~ ~
 4     IV,   102|      from the hidden furrow. Famine knocks~ ~
 5     IV,   345|                         Call famine to their aid. Damp clods
 6     IV,   462|       Safe from all ills but famine) placed his camp.~ ~
 7      V,   519|        Churning the deep; or famine's deadly grip~ ~
 8     VI,   134|                  In leaguer, famine seized them for its prey.~ ~
 9    VII,   490|    plague nor pestilence nor famine's rage,~ ~
10   VIII,   991|                   Haply when famine rages in the land~ ~
11      X,   337| long-lived races dwell: then famine struck,~ ~