Book,  Verse

 1      I,   216|                 Torn were her locks and naked were her arms.~ ~
 2      I,   497|        Once flowed the auburn locks in pride supreme;~ ~
 3     II,   422|         Men flew to arms, his locks were left unkempt~ ~
 4    III,   273|   liquor; here they dye their locks~ ~
 5      V,   168|    Phocian laurels crowns the locks that flow~ ~
 6      V,   180|       the deity, no bristling locks~ ~
 7      V,   200|      throughout the cave, her locks erect~ ~
 8      V,   318|         Behold these silvered locks, these nerveless hands~ ~
 9     VI,   557|   Jupiter. From their flowing locks~ ~
10     VI,   616|                    Upon those locks unkempt that crowned her
11     VI,   775| hissed, beneath her streaming locks~ ~
12    VII,   441|                    With snowy locks outspread; and Rome herself,~ ~
13   VIII,    63|  weary features, by the hoary locks~ ~
14   VIII,   791|                 Seized by the locks, the dread of kings, which
15     IX,   753|       frenzied by the Furies' locks,~ ~
16     IX,   789|    death -- so fated: serpent locks~ ~
17      X,   158|         By torrid suns, their locks in twisted coils~ ~
18      X,   197|   nard entwined; and in their locks~ ~