Book, Verse
1 1, 11 | O Muse! the causes and the
2 1, 97 | O AEolus! for to thee the
3 1, 112 | this the god: “’T is yours, O queen, to will~
4 1, 222 | And o’er the seas his sov’reign
5 1, 314 | O King of Gods and Men! whose
6 1, 451 | O virgin! or what other name
7 1, 452 | Above that style—O more than mortal fair!~
8 1, 464 | And purple buskins o’er their ankles wear.~
9 1, 514 | O nymph, the tedious annals
10 1, 644 | stopp’d, and weeping said: “O friend! ev’n here~
11 1, 656 | his high chariot driving o’er the slain.~
12 1, 666 | Was by his horses hurried o’er the plains,~
13 1, 735 | O queen! indulg’d by favor
14 1, 780 | But if, O best of men, the Fates ordain~
15 1, 815 | From whence, O goddess-born, this long
16 1, 870 | What fate, O goddess-born; what angry
17 1, 1021| O hospitable Jove! we thus
18 2, 54 | O wretched countrymen! what
19 2, 61 | T’ o’erlook the walls, and then
20 2, 161 | O Grecians, when the Trojan
21 2, 193 | Which, O! if pity mortal minds can
22 2, 214 | But you, O king, preserve the faith
23 2, 254 | Which omen, O ye gods, on Graecia turn!)~
24 2, 289 | And tow’ring o’er his head in triumph ride.~
25 2, 315 | It enters o’er our heads, and threats
26 2, 316 | O sacred city, built by hands
27 2, 317 | O valiant heroes of the Trojan
28 2, 355 | Thessalian coursers dragg’d him o’er the plain.~
29 2, 367 | O light of Trojans, and support
30 2, 369 | O, long expected by thy friends!
31 2, 381 | O goddess-born! escape, by
32 2, 409 | Sweep o’er the yellow year, destroy
33 2, 433 | What hope, O Pantheus? whither can we
34 2, 647 | High o’er the grass, hissing he
35 2, 800 | Spread o’er the place; and, shining
36 2, 901 | O goddess mother, give me
37 2, 944 | From o’er the roof the blaze began
38 2, 952 | Keep, O my country gods, our dwelling
39 3, 59 | O spare the corpse of thy
40 3, 64 | O fly from this unhospitable
41 3, 80 | O sacred hunger of pernicious
42 3, 114 | Give, O Thymbraeus, give a resting
43 3, 216 | A town that o’er the conquer’d world shall
44 3, 243 | Then said: ’O son, turmoil’d in Trojan
45 3, 256 | When o’er our heads descends a
46 3, 401 | Are you alive, O goddess-born?’ she said,~
47 3, 415 | O only happy maid of Priam’
48 3, 439 | O tell me how his mother’s
49 3, 459 | O thou, who know’st, beyond
50 3, 465 | O say—for all religious rites
51 3, 471 | O say what dangers I am first
52 3, 480 | O goddess-born, (for Heav’
53 3, 788 | O Trojans, take me hence!
54 3, 807 | O had I stay’d, with poverty
55 3, 908 | Right o’er against Plemmyrium’s
56 4, 42 | O dearer than the vital air
57 4, 98 | Bounds o’er the lawn, and seeks the
58 4, 111 | He tells it o’er and o’er; but still in
59 4, 111 | He tells it o’er and o’er; but still in vain,~
60 4, 352 | And, whether o’er the seas or earth he
61 4, 384 | scarf, with gold embroider’d o’er,~
62 4, 520 | foot survey’d his person o’er,~
63 4, 578 | flight. The beach is cover’d o’er~
64 4, 686 | Flies o’er the stage, surpris’d
65 4, 806 | Sleep’st thou, O goddess-born! and canst
66 4, 814 | ships will soon be cover’d o’er,~
67 4, 829 | O sacred pow’r, what pow’r
68 4, 840 | early light the heav’ns o’erspread,~
69 5, 14 | heav’ns with shadows were o’erspread;~
70 5, 15 | swelling cloud hung hov’ring o’er their head:~
71 5, 106 | Hail, O ye holy manes! hail again,~
72 5, 202 | But his o’er-masted galley check’d
73 5, 252 | And o’er the Syrtes’ broken billows
74 5, 347 | Yet, loaded thus, Demoleus o’er the plain~
75 5, 378 | By just degrees, o’erlook’d the ground below.~
76 5, 398 | Whom time has not deliver’d o’er to fame.~
77 5, 418 | the crowd, swift Nisus all o’erpass’d;~
78 5, 529 | O could I turn to that fair
79 5, 553 | unstrung my nerves, or time o’ersnow’d my head.~
80 5, 610 | headlong drives the Trojan o’er the plain;~
81 5, 633 | O goddess-born, and you, Dardanian
82 5, 810 | O wretched we, whom not the
83 5, 812 | O wretched we, reserv’d by
84 5, 823 | O country lost, and gods redeem’
85 5, 872 | spurring on, his equals soon o’erpass’d;~
86 5, 901 | O Jove,” he cried, ’if pray’
87 5, 928 | O goddess-born, resign’d in
88 5, 946 | And thus he spoke: “O more than vital breath,~
89 5, 948 | O son, in various toils and
90 5, 1017| brush the buxom seas, and o’er the billows fly.~
91 5, 1124| And o’er the dang’rous deep secure
92 6, 25 | Then o’er the lofty gate his art
93 6, 85 | O’erspread with a damp sweat
94 6, 100 | And thou, O sacred maid, inspir’d to
95 6, 116 | But O! commit not thy prophetic
96 6, 191 | O goddess-born of great Anchises’
97 6, 275 | O may thy pow’r, propitious
98 6, 317 | bier, with purple cover’d o’er,~
99 6, 342 | O’er whose unhappy waters,
100 6, 440 | Why some were ferried o’er, and some refus’d.~
101 6, 452 | penance done, are wafted o’er.”~
102 6, 460 | sailors master’d, and the ship o’erset.~
103 6, 467 | prince: “What envious pow’r, O friend,~
104 6, 494 | Which O avert, by yon ethereal light,~
105 6, 503 | This frightful passage o’er the Stygian lake,~
106 6, 504 | your hand, and waft him o’er~
107 6, 530 | conveys no living bodies o’er;~
108 6, 560 | passengers at length are wafted o’er,~
109 6, 672 | therefore first began: “O Teucer’s race,~
110 6, 694 | Pregnant with arms, o’erwhelm’d th’ unhappy town~
111 6, 731 | Then thus Deiphobus: “O sacred maid,~
112 6, 771 | Straight, o’er the guilty ghost, the
113 6, 797 | O’er hollow arches of resounding
114 6, 816 | High o’er their heads a mold’ring
115 6, 863 | with living water sprinkled o’er~
116 6, 932 | O long expected to my dear
117 6, 947 | But reach your hand, O parent shade, nor shun~
118 6, 974 | O father, can it be, that
119 6, 1133| redeem’d, and foreign foes o’ercome.~
120 7, 1 | AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,~
121 7, 164 | All hail, O earth! all hail, my household
122 7, 232 | The pile o’erlook’d the town, and drew
123 7, 291 | O king, of Faunus’ royal family!~
124 7, 404 | O hated offspring of my Phrygian
125 7, 405 | O fates of Troy, which Juno’
126 7, 421 | Triumphant o’er the storms and Juno’s
127 7, 442 | O fatal maid, thy marriage
128 7, 460 | O virgin daughter of eternal
129 7, 467 | is thine to ruin realms, o’erturn a state,~
130 7, 470 | Thy hand o’er towns the fun’ral torch
131 7, 544 | Evoe! O Bacchus!” thus began the
132 7, 546 | O virgin! worthy thee alone!”
133 7, 547 | O worthy thee alone!” the
134 7, 641 | clammy drops, his limbs o’erspread.~
135 7, 670 | High o’er his front; his beams
136 7, 740 | The muddy bottom o’er the clouds is thrown.~
137 7, 821 | O more than madmen! you yourselves
138 7, 1018| And o’er Campania stretch’d his
139 7, 1020| O’er Batulum, and where Abella
140 7, 1072| High o’er the rest in arms the
141 7, 1101| Flew o’er the fields, nor hurt
142 7, 1107| Devour her o’er and o’er with vast delight;~
143 7, 1107| Devour her o’er and o’er with vast delight;~
144 8, 47 | An azure robe was o’er his body spread,~
145 8, 52 | O long expected in this promis’
146 8, 107 | But, O be present to thy people’
147 8, 205 | O valiant leader of the Trojan
148 8, 239 | d the Trojan chief; and, o’er the bed,~
149 8, 246 | altars, and this feast, O king,~
150 8, 311 | leaning head hung threat’ning o’er the flood,~
151 8, 483 | leaves, with hides of bears o’erspread.~
152 8, 503 | O still propitious pow’r,
153 8, 604 | And o’er his shoulder throws a
154 8, 634 | That blood, those murthers, O ye gods, replace~
155 8, 741 | departing friend; and tears o’erflow his face.~
156 8, 762 | your hard decrees—which, O! I dread—~
157 8, 764 | This, O this very moment, let me
158 8, 776 | Pallas shone conspicuous o’er the rest;~
159 8, 787 | O’er heathy plains pursue
160 8, 902 | And o’er his head is hung the
161 8, 947 | And spreads his mantle o’er the winding coast,~
162 9, 74 | Thus ranges eager Turnus o’er the plain.~
163 9, 88 | What pow’r, O Muses, could avert the flame~
164 9, 105 | Let neither winds o’erset, nor waves intomb~
165 9, 114 | can, I grant; when, wafted o’er,~
166 9, 135 | O Trojan race, your needless
167 9, 282 | O let not me the widow’s tears
168 9, 381 | From me departing, but, o’erspent and old,~
169 9, 457 | O’erleaps the fences of the
170 9, 597 | O happy friends! for, if my
171 9, 607 | And the yet reeking blood o’erflows the ground.~
172 9, 611 | the dawn of day the skies o’erspread;~
173 9, 628 | in death, and smear’d all o’er~
174 9, 710 | With weighty stones o’erwhelm their troops below,~
175 9, 725 | Whelm’d o’er their heads, and buried
176 9, 1054| O, void of sense and courage!”
177 9, 1090| O’erwhelm’d with darts, which
178 9, 1099| dust his cheeks are pasted o’er;~
179 10, 26 | O pow’r immense, eternal energy,~
180 10, 34 | fill’d with slaughter, and o’erfloats,~
181 10, 91 | And hover’d o’er his ill-extinguish’d
182 10, 202 | In ringlets o’er his shoulders hung his
183 10, 295 | reeds his forehead cover’d o’er.~
184 10, 324 | Sleeps our lov’d lord? O goddess-born, awake!~
185 10, 374 | swelling canvas cover’d o’er,~
186 10, 439 | Sacred, O Phoebus, from his birth
187 10, 572 | Vulcan rides in triumph o’er the waste;~
188 10, 595 | O sacred stream, direct my
189 10, 625 | O were his father here, my
190 10, 628 | Survey’d him o’er and o’er with wond’ring
191 10, 628 | Survey’d him o’er and o’er with wond’ring sight,~
192 10, 676 | By plates of ir’n, which o’er the shield were laid:~
193 10, 698 | O mortals, blind in fate,
194 10, 706 | O grace and grief of war!
195 10, 729 | O spare my life, and send
196 10, 753 | The prince stood o’er the priest, and, at one
197 10, 773 | Stands o’er the prostrate wretch,
198 10, 838 | Now, by thyself, O more than mortal man!~
199 10, 864 | Why, O my sov’reign lord, whose
200 10, 894 | Which, O! I wish, might err thro’
201 10, 916 | Whether, O coward?” (thus he calls
202 10, 943 | O Jove!” he cried, “for what
203 10, 954 | There, scatter’d o’er the fields, ignobly fly.~
204 10, 955 | Gape wide, O earth, and draw me down
205 10, 956 | Or, O ye pitying winds, a wretch
206 10, 971 | And push’d the vessel o’er the swelling tide.~
207 10, 1024| famish’d maw; his mouth runs o’er~
208 10, 1050| ring mist came swimming o’er his sight,~
209 10, 1065| Tuscan Valerus by force o’ercame,~
210 10, 1084| Like tall Orion stalking o’er the flood.~
211 10, 1144| But, that o’erblown, when heav’n above ’
212 10, 1146| AEneas thus, o’erwhelmed on ev’ry side,~
213 10, 1164| with blood and paleness all o’erspread,~
214 10, 1187| with anguish, panting, and o’erspent,~
215 10, 1199| O’er his broad shield still
216 10, 1231| O Rhoebus, we have liv’d too
217 10, 1274| Urg’d and o’er-labor’d in unequal fight;~
218 10, 1290| High o’er his head, with this reproachful
219 11, 108 | O’er his clos’d eyes, and
220 11, 161 | O Latian princes, how severe
221 11, 230 | O Pallas! thou hast fail’d
222 11, 236 | O curst essay of arms, disastrous
223 11, 265 | Even thou, O Turnus, hadst a trophy stood,~
224 11, 337 | Let him who lords it o’er th’ Ausonian land~
225 11, 358 | wrath of Heav’n is hov’ring o’er his head.~
226 11, 456 | And dashes o’er the stones that stop
227 11, 469 | O citizens, we wage unequal
228 11, 519 | Such truths, O king,” said he, “your words
229 11, 548 | O cursed cause of all our
230 11, 623 | stands; the Grecians are o’erthrown;~
231 11, 642 | But, O! if any ancient blood remains,~
232 11, 729 | O patroness of arms, unspotted
233 11, 736 | Are mingled metal damask’d o’er with gold.~
234 11, 744 | The wanton courser prances o’er the plains,~
235 11, 745 | Or in the pride of youth o’erleaps the mounds,~
236 11, 750 | And o’er his shoulder flows his
237 11, 769 | Then thus return’d: “O grace of Italy,~
238 11, 795 | High o’er the vale a steepy mountain
239 11, 827 | Rais’d o’er the borders with unusual
240 11, 833 | part with cork he cover’d o’er:~
241 11, 864 | of these, a tiger’s hide o’erspread~
242 11, 875 | And, O! I wish, contented with
243 11, 931 | Bound o’er the rocks, incroach upon
244 11, 998 | rest in rout she follows o’er the plain:~
245 11, 1006| O’er his broad back an ox’
246 11, 1023| And o’er the shield which his
247 11, 1077| fear has seiz’d your souls? O shame,~
248 11, 1078| O brand perpetual of th’ Etrurian
249 11, 1097| The fiery Tarchon, flying o’er the plains,~
250 11, 1135| gilded brass was cover’d o’er;~
251 11, 1142| needlework distinguish’d o’er,~
252 11, 1153| O patron of Socrate’s high
253 11, 1163| stealth, this female plague o’ercome,~
254 11, 1193| A gath’ring mist o’erclouds her cheerful eyes,~
255 11, 1232| High o’er the field there stood
256 11, 1270| And o’er the darken’d walls and
257 12, 76 | The care, O best of fathers, which you
258 12, 88 | O Turnus, I adjure thee by
259 12, 101 | blush her beauteous face o’erspread,~
260 12, 114 | O mother, do not by your tears
261 12, 149 | Then cried: “O pond’rous spoil of Actor
262 12, 184 | And, o’er their linen hoods and
263 12, 216 | O nymph, the pride of living
264 12, 217 | O most renown’d, and most
265 12, 230 | goes, with gods averse, o’ermatch’d in might,~
266 12, 282 | My Trojans shall not o’er th’ Italians reign:~
267 12, 307 | O’erflow the shores, or sap
268 12, 323 | O’ermatch’d in arms, before
269 12, 375 | And o’er their heads his sounding
270 12, 383 | thick’ning in a cloud, o’ershade the sky.~
271 12, 425 | impious haste their altars are o’erturn’d,~
272 12, 473 | Inflames your alter’d minds? O Trojans, cease~
273 12, 511 | He lashes on, and urges o’er the dead.~
274 12, 541 | Whom o’er his neck his flound’ring
275 12, 682 | And o’er the field the frighted
276 12, 692 | O’er empty courts, and under
277 12, 695 | drives the rapid goddess o’er the plains;~
278 12, 751 | O’erthrew; nor Phoebus could
279 12, 900 | Now Turnus rolls aloof o’er empty plains,~
280 12, 918 | To this, the prince: “O sister—for I knew~
281 12, 966 | Your rolling chariot drive o’er empty sands.”~
282 12, 1126| O Faunus, pity! and thou Mother
283 12, 1147| What new arrest, O Queen of Heav’n, is sent~
284 12, 1253| his shield, and flutters o’er his eyes.~
285 12, 1271| O hard conditions of immortal
286 12, 1351| Yet think, O think, if mercy may be shown—~
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