Book,  Verse

 1      I,   575|                Art left a desert, and thy battlements~ ~
 2      I,   628|   who live near the walls desert their homes,~ ~
 3     II,   334|     Shall Scythian tribes desert their distant north,~ ~
 4     IV,   796|             And sentinels desert their guard at night,~ ~
 5    VII,   961| thy field of triumph? Why desert~ ~
 6   VIII,   972|                Crumble to desert wastes! We in our fanes~ ~
 7     IX,   267|   Cilician called them to desert the camp.~ ~
 8     IX,   345|                           Desert their waxen cells, forget
 9     IX,   480|                   480 The desert path from which was no return:~ ~
10     IX,   863|                       His desert journey on. His hardy troops~ ~
11      X,   379|   currents, which through desert wastes~ ~