Book, Verse

 1    1, 895|               Twice ten fat oxen to the ships she sends;~
 2    2, 410|                 Of lab’ring oxen and the peasant’s gains;~
 3    3, 286|                Fat herds of oxen graze the flow’ry field,~
 4    3, 324|      not contented with our oxen slain,~
 5    5, 135|               Some add more oxen; some divide the spoil;~
 6    5, 429|    Soak’d with the blood of oxen newly slain.~
 7    7, 750|     lands a hundred yoke of oxen till’d.~
 8    8, 274|                        Four oxen thence, and four fair kine
 9    8, 421|                 Of lab’ring oxen, or the shining share,~
10    8, 474|                        Once oxen low’d, where now the lawyers
11    9, 526| Where King Latinus then his oxen stall’d;~
12    9, 833|  plow and till in arms; our oxen feel,~