Book, Verse

 1    4, 599 |                          No female arts or aids she left untried,~
 2    7, 545 |     Evoe!” answer’d all the female throng.~
 3    7, 1051|                But, when no female arts his mind could move,~
 4    9, 843 | have sweeping sleeves; with female pride~
 5   11, 984 |                        With female shouts resound the Phrygian
 6   11, 1083|       Not thus you fly your female foes by night,~
 7   11, 1163|    Let me, by stealth, this female plague o’ercome,~
 8   11, 1195|   turns to her, whom of her female train~
 9   11, 1272|            Rend heav’n with female shrieks, and wring their
10   12, 159 | fares the bull in his lov’d female’s sight:~
11   12, 1042|    two bulls for their fair female fight~