Book,  Verse

 1      I,    19| where keen frost that never yields to spring~ ~
 2      I,   678|       He bends the knee and yields him to the blow.~ ~
 3     IV,   101|                             Yields corn or kine; for those
 4      V,   576|  supine; and knowing danger yields~ ~
 5      V,   760|                760 Pompeius yields me place; the people's voice~ ~
 6     VI,   633|                             Yields to her shameless clutch
 7    VII,   146|                          He yields, forbidding, and throws
 8   VIII,   667|   come to greet him? But he yields:~ ~
 9     IX,   484|    yet by winds and sky she yields~ ~
10     IX,   500|                      500 It yields the seeker: pure and unalloyed~ ~