Book, Verse
1 1, 115 | presents of your bounteous hand:~
2 1, 314 | Gods and Men! whose awful hand~
3 1, 439 | Her hand sustain’d a bow; her quiver
4 1, 683 | his old sire his helpless hand extend.~
5 1, 862 | With his right hand Ilioneus was grac’d,~
6 2, Arg | leads his little son by the hand, his wife following them
7 2, 302 | Whose hand the will of Pallas had withstood,~
8 2, 387 | If by a mortal hand my father’s throne~
9 2, 432 | And by the hand his tender grandson led.~
10 2, 605 | Their left hand gripes their bucklers in
11 2, 742 | This said, his feeble hand a javelin threw,~
12 2, 753 | His right hand held his bloody falchion
13 2, 806 | She held my hand, the destin’d blow to break;~
14 2, 914 | While th’ other hand sustains my weighty shield,~
15 2, 966 | My hand shall lead our little son;
16 2, 984 | While on my better hand Ascanius hung,~
17 3, 532 | by the straits, on either hand,~
18 3, 802 | Anchises rais’d him with his hand;~
19 3, 818 | when with his spacious hand~
20 3, 832 | could approach him, lends a hand~
21 4, 194 | length appears; on either hand~
22 4, 354 | grasps within his awful hand~
23 4, 455 | By this right hand, (since I have nothing more~
24 4, 891 | untimely, by some hostile hand,~
25 5, 50 | And either hand a pointed jav’lin bore.~
26 5, 250 | That strength of hand, that courage of the mind,~
27 5, 314 | Portunus, with his breadth of hand,~
28 5, 469 | His hand and all his habit smear’
29 5, 491 | The match of mighty Paris, hand to hand;~
30 5, 491 | of mighty Paris, hand to hand;~
31 5, 494 | stroke of his resistless hand,~
32 5, 585 | His hand and watchful eye keep even
33 5, 609 | lays on load with either hand, amain,~
34 5, 897 | d, nor strength of human hand,~
35 6, 90 | Directed by whose hand the Dardan dart~
36 6, 189 | His hand upon the holy altar laid.~
37 6, 220 | willing metal will obey thy hand,~
38 6, 361 | brawny bulls with his own hand he kills;~
39 6, 504 | Lend to this wretch your hand, and waft him o’er~
40 6, 674 | What heart could wish, what hand inflict, this dire disgrace?~
41 6, 947 | But reach your hand, O parent shade, nor shun~
42 6, 1104| with olive crown’d, his hand a censer bears,~
43 7, 86 | strove to join Lavinia’s hand,~
44 7, 256 | plac’d, a buckler in his hand;~
45 7, 444 | leads thee to thy lover’s hand;~
46 7, 470 | Thy hand o’er towns the fun’ral torch
47 7, 637 | death, destruction, in my hand I bear.”~
48 7, 682 | grew, and, growing us’d to hand,~
49 7, 710 | But held his hand from the descending stroke,~
50 8, 153 | a branch of olive in his hand,~
51 8, 165 | stranger prince, and join’d his hand.~
52 8, 169 | peaceful branches in my hand,~
53 8, 525 | you requir’d my helpful hand,~
54 8, 637 | coupled, face to face, and hand to hand,~
55 8, 637 | face to face, and hand to hand,~
56 8, 738 | The war at hand appears with more affright,~
57 8, 850 | with each a charger in his hand:~
58 9, 82 | wish’d occasion, fills his hand~
59 9, 85 | And ev’ry hand with kindled firs is arm’
60 9, 111 | vessels molded by a mortal hand?~
61 9, 386 | By this right hand and conscious Night I swear,~
62 9, 633 | Her cheeks the blood, her hand the web forsakes.~
63 9, 712 | toss’d from his thund’ring hand~
64 9, 752 | In hopes the helping hand of some kind friend to reach~
65 9, 780 | By the same hand, Clonius and Itys fall,~
66 9, 785 | He clapp’d his hand upon the wounded part:~
67 9, 787 | And pierc’d his hand, and nail’d it to his side,~
68 9, 937 | The Trojans hand to hand the fight maintain.~
69 9, 937 | The Trojans hand to hand the fight maintain.~
70 9, 1031| Saturnia, still at hand, new force and fire supplies.~
71 10, 231 | forces trusted with a foreign hand.~
72 10, 320 | Her right hand stops the stern; her left
73 10, 463 | Not one of those my hand shall toss in vain~
74 10, 470 | His helping hand, his brother to sustain.~
75 10, 472 | From the same hand, and sent with equal force,~
76 10, 492 | on his horse. On either hand,~
77 10, 551 | head was lopp’d; and Laris’ hand,~
78 10, 582 | Strymonius hew’d his better hand,~
79 10, 624 | To this right hand is Pallas only due;~
80 10, 714 | reliev’d by his victorious hand.~
81 10, 720 | His plighted hand, and hospitable ties.~
82 10, 745 | Then with his right hand, while his neck he wreath’
83 10, 772 | Arrests his better hand, and drags him down;~
84 10, 797 | In his right hand as many swords he wields,~
85 10, 904 | This hand appear’d a shining sword
86 10, 929 | reach’d the prow: Saturnia’s hand~
87 10, 1061| Then Clonius, hand to hand, on foot assails:~
88 10, 1061| Then Clonius, hand to hand, on foot assails:~
89 10, 1069| Slain by Nealces’ hand, well-skill’d to throw~
90 10, 1095| My strong right hand, and sword, assist my stroke!~
91 10, 1168| Then stretch’d his hand to hold him up, and said:~
92 10, 1180| was by the great AEneas’ hand I fell.’”~
93 10, 1192| drooping head was rested on his hand:~
94 10, 1302| hateful from his murd’rer’s hand.~
95 11, 150 | olive branches in their hand;~
96 11, 214 | fun’ral flambeau in his hand.~
97 11, 277 | and I expect it from his hand;~
98 11, 338 | Engage the Trojan hero hand to hand:~
99 11, 338 | the Trojan hero hand to hand:~
100 11, 379 | The royal hand that raz’d unhappy Troy.~
101 11, 429 | Such arms this hand shall never more employ;~
102 11, 445 | Hector’s and this hero’s hand:~
103 11, 499 | Materials are at hand; a well-grown wood~
104 11, 552 | destructive war: from Turnus’ hand~
105 11, 593 | giv’n him, when his fatal hand~
106 11, 606 | heaps of Trojans by this hand were slain,~
107 11, 673 | Nor find a hand to victory unus’d.~
108 11, 678 | Devote my soul. He calls me hand to hand,~
109 11, 678 | soul. He calls me hand to hand,~
110 11, 800 | The foes at hand, or from afar distress;~
111 11, 861 | slender jav’lin fills her hand.~
112 11, 885 | By whate’er hand Camilla shall be slain,~
113 11, 891 | holy limbs with any human hand,~
114 11, 904 | the body plac’d, on either hand~
115 11, 995 | weapon, sent from the same hand,~
116 11, 1009| He clench’d within his hand an iron prong,~
117 11, 1079| Cowards incurable, a woman’s hand~
118 11, 1204| Dying, her open’d hand forsakes the rein;~
119 12, 20 | arms prepar’d to combat, hand to hand,~
120 12, 20 | prepar’d to combat, hand to hand,~
121 12, 147 | force he brandish’d in his hand,~
122 12, 152 | Sent by this hand, to pierce the Trojan foe!~
123 12, 250 | And in his hand two massy spears he shook:~
124 12, 311 | A scepter in his hand) “shall never more~
125 12, 418 | And some with sword in hand assault the foe.~
126 12, 450 | Corynaeus, arm’d his better hand,~
127 12, 457 | With his left hand; his other cast him down.~
128 12, 478 | This hand alone shall right the gods
129 12, 483 | whether from some human hand it came,~
130 12, 485 | No human hand or hostile god was found,~
131 12, 492 | And with a ready hand assumes the reins.~
132 12, 515 | He kill’d at hand, but Sthenelus afar:~
133 12, 538 | are my foes rewarded by my hand;~
134 12, 577 | Iapis was at hand to prove his art,~
135 12, 639 | That hand sustaining the celestial
136 12, 647 | This day my hand thy tender age shall shield,~
137 12, 677 | Mnestheus’, and Achates’ hand.~
138 12, 710 | In his left hand two pointed jav’lins held:~
139 12, 758 | house; his father’s painful hand~
140 12, 770 | spears afar, with swords at hand, they strike;~
141 12, 790 | thou scape from Turnus’ hand,~
142 12, 915 | If by your rival’s hand th’ Italians fall,~
143 12, 1036| launch their spears; then hand to hand they meet;~
144 12, 1036| their spears; then hand to hand they meet;~
145 12, 1065| When in his hand an unknown hilt he spies.~
146 12, 1073| mortal-temper’d steel deceiv’d his hand:~
147 12, 1128| the steel! If my religious hand~
148 12, 1229| Dirae call’d, and still at hand,~
149 12, 1361| to strike, repress’d his hand.~
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