Book,  Verse

 1      I,   580|                     580 The angry gods filled earth
 2     II,   580|                     580 This pardon nothing." Thus
 3    III,   580|                     580 Armed for the conflict,
 4     IV,   580|                     580 Inspires them, know the
 5      V,   580|                     580 Now gentle night had brought
 6     VI,   580|                     580 With bland caresses: serpents
 7    VII,   580|                     580 But while Pompeius' ranks,
 8   VIII,   580|                     580 Whose blood outpoured has
 9     IX,   580|                     580 Their gaping lips; when
10      X,   580|                     580 Nor Libyan coasts such wickedness