Book, Verse

 1    2, 473|     Their own abodes: we, feeble few, conspire~
 2    2, 697|                       His feeble shoulders scarce the weight
 3    2, 742|            This said, his feeble hand a javelin threw,~
 4    2, 919|              Shew’d me my feeble sire and tender son:~
 5    4, 227|  Impatiently he views the feeble prey,~
 6    4, 860|        The burthen of his feeble father bore!~
 7    5, 936|                       The feeble, old, indulgent of their
 8    6, 427|  groans, and shrieks, and feeble cries.~
 9    6, 664|             They rais’d a feeble cry, with trembling notes;~
10    8, 616|                       But feeble are the succors I can send.~
11    9, 178| they securely trust their feeble wall,~
12    9, 953|                Not by the feeble dart he fell oppress’d~
13   10, 185|                         A feeble, fainting, and dejected
14   10, 771|            Bears back his feeble foe; then, pressing on,~
15   11, 124|                      With feeble steps, supported by his
16   11, 475|             Yet those how feeble, and, indeed, how vain,~
17   11, 693|                       Old feeble men with fainter groans
18   12, 534|         Wrench’d from his feeble hold the shining sword,~