Book,  Verse

 1     II,   612|   own, dost thou prefer to rank~ ~
 2     II,   619|                  I hate to rank thee; hate the task that
 3    III,   120|    120 Nor Praetor next in rank, and every seat~ ~
 4    III,   533|                  The front rank with their bucklers interlaced~ ~
 5     IV,    33| hasty trench; his foremost rank~ ~
 6     IV,   871| burst, each footman in the rank~ ~
 7     IV,   883|           And as the front rank fell, still narrower grew~ ~
 8      V,   463|             Shorn of their rank, are chosen to mark the
 9      X,   599|                     Joined rank to rank, bids drop upon
10      X,   599|             Joined rank to rank, bids drop upon their sides~ ~