Book,  Verse

1      I,   507|       To mysteries strange and hateful rites returned:~ ~
2      I,   737|           Confounding justice; hateful crime usurp~ ~
3    VII,    76|                          Grown hateful, and he longed once more
4    VII,   516| Ill-omened, raised within that hateful grove~ ~
5    VII,   708|                            Thy hateful prize, for doubtful are
6    VII,   992| Ill-starred Thessalia! By what hateful crime~ ~
7   VIII,   455|                            The hateful secrets of barbarian love,~ ~
8     IX,    98|                          Sighs hateful in the sail. To me no more~ ~
9      X,   117|                    Remove this hateful varlet, and his arms.~ ~