Book, Verse

 1    3, 288 |                       With weapons we the welcome prey invade,~
 2    3, 310 | the grass their glitt’ring weapons hide;~
 3    9, 677 |     With poles and missive weapons, from afar,~
 4    9, 1091|                        The weapons round his hollow temples
 5   10, 461 |                Those fatal weapons, which, inur’d to blood,~
 6   10, 612 |                Their angry weapons, to dispute the field.~
 7   11, 247 |               Amidst their weapons I had found my fate,~
 8   11, 841 |              And the first weapons that she knows, are thine.’~
 9   11, 1082|                What use of weapons which you dare not wield?~
10   12, 429 |  from the fire are missive weapons made,~
11   12, 498 |             The dead men’s weapons at their living friends.~
12   12, 655 |  his steps; the rest their weapons take,~