Book,  Par.

 1     I,     31|      often as they turned their eyes back on the throng, they
 2     I,     44|      met them outside the camp, eyes fixed on the ground, and
 3     I,     76|   clasped within her bosom, and eyes which dwelt on her hope
 4    II,     44|       Caesar and under his very eyes, and that therefore the
 5    II,     46|    address them as follows, his eyes fixed now on the statue
 6    II,     90|        breath under my enemies' eyes, what will then be the lot
 7   III,      2|  clasping the funeral urn, with eyes riveted to the earth, there
 8   III,      4|       else fearing that, if all eyes scrutinised their faces,
 9   III,     17|      and under Germanicus's own eyes. And, besides, the defendant
10   III,     33|        stood there before their eyes, she roused such sympathy
11   III,     41|         constantly before men's eyes, while also the tie between
12   III,     73|    debate it was better that my eyes should not be on you, for
13    IV,     88|          Wherever he turned his eyes, wherever his words fell,
14    VI,     11|     what takes place before our eyes, who it is on whom you bestow
15    XI,      3|    Vitellius, with tears in his eyes, spoke of his old friendship
16    XI,     44|        moment, to draw Caesar's eyes away from her, he handed
17   XII,     56| wickedness. Still he spared his eyes the seeing them slain before
18  XIII,      9|         army, he would draw all eyes on himself, by his noble
19  XIII,     18| remained motionless, with their eyes fixed on Nero, who, as he
20  XIII,     19|       too, as it was, under the eyes of an enemy, on the sole
21  XIII,     59|     fortune was ever before her eyes. Nero, on the contrary,
22   XIV,      6|     clinging with kisses to her eyes and bosom, either to crown
23   XIV,     15|       as he had ever before his eyes the dreadful sight of that
24   XIV,     42|  Claudius was ever before their eyes, a citadel, as it seemed,
25   XIV,     69|    which for so many years your eyes were fixed, supreme power.
26   XIV,     83|        No exile ever filled the eyes of beholders with tears
27    XV,     38|       yet lingered before their eyes, of the slaughter or siege
28   XVI,      5|       freedman, for closing his eyes in a doze, and that having
29   XVI,     41|   grievous anguish, turning his eyes on Demetrius~ ~[At this