Book, Verse
1 1, 210 | them off the shoals. Where’er he guides~
2 1, 222 | And o’er the seas his sov’reign trident
3 1, 464 | And purple buskins o’er their ankles wear.~
4 1, 536 | Whoe’er you are—not unbelov’d by
5 1, 656 | his high chariot driving o’er the slain.~
6 1, 666 | by his horses hurried o’er the plains,~
7 1, 858 | Whate’er abode my fortune has assign’
8 2, 97 | dismiss’d, he said: ’Whate’er~
9 2, 289 | And tow’ring o’er his head in triumph ride.~
10 2, 315 | It enters o’er our heads, and threats the
11 2, 355 | Thessalian coursers dragg’d him o’er the plain.~
12 2, 409 | Sweep o’er the yellow year, destroy
13 2, 647 | High o’er the grass, hissing he rolls
14 2, 689 | Where’er the raging fire had left
15 2, 800 | Spread o’er the place; and, shining
16 2, 944 | From o’er the roof the blaze began
17 2, 964 | Whate’er befalls, your life shall
18 3, 216 | A town that o’er the conquer’d world shall
19 3, 256 | When o’er our heads descends a burst
20 3, 280 | fierce offended Heav’n ne’er sent~
21 3, 649 | If e’er the gods, whom I with vows
22 3, 908 | Right o’er against Plemmyrium’s wat’
23 4, 98 | Bounds o’er the lawn, and seeks the
24 4, 111 | He tells it o’er and o’er; but still in vain,~
25 4, 111 | He tells it o’er and o’er; but still in vain,~
26 4, 352 | And, whether o’er the seas or earth he flies,~
27 4, 384 | with gold embroider’d o’er,~
28 4, 520 | foot survey’d his person o’er,~
29 4, 578 | The beach is cover’d o’er~
30 4, 686 | Flies o’er the stage, surpris’d with
31 4, 814 | ships will soon be cover’d o’er,~
32 4, 829 | sacred pow’r, what pow’r soe’er thou art,~
33 5, 15 | swelling cloud hung hov’ring o’er their head:~
34 5, 110 | s flood, what flood soe’er it be.”~
35 5, 252 | And o’er the Syrtes’ broken billows
36 5, 347 | loaded thus, Demoleus o’er the plain~
37 5, 398 | time has not deliver’d o’er to fame.~
38 5, 610 | headlong drives the Trojan o’er the plain;~
39 5, 1017| brush the buxom seas, and o’er the billows fly.~
40 5, 1124| And o’er the dang’rous deep secure
41 6, 25 | Then o’er the lofty gate his art emboss’
42 6, 317 | bier, with purple cover’d o’er,~
43 6, 342 | O’er whose unhappy waters, void
44 6, 440 | Why some were ferried o’er, and some refus’d.~
45 6, 452 | penance done, are wafted o’er.”~
46 6, 503 | This frightful passage o’er the Stygian lake,~
47 6, 504 | your hand, and waft him o’er~
48 6, 526 | Mortal, whate’er, who this forbidden path~
49 6, 530 | conveys no living bodies o’er;~
50 6, 560 | passengers at length are wafted o’er,~
51 6, 771 | Straight, o’er the guilty ghost, the Fury
52 6, 797 | O’er hollow arches of resounding
53 6, 816 | High o’er their heads a mold’ring
54 6, 863 | living water sprinkled o’er~
55 6, 1127| Howe’er the doubtful fact is understood,~
56 7, 146 | T is theirs whate’er the sun surveys around.’~
57 7, 421 | Triumphant o’er the storms and Juno’s hate.~
58 7, 470 | Thy hand o’er towns the fun’ral torch
59 7, 670 | High o’er his front; his beams invade
60 7, 706 | Whate’er they catch or find, without
61 7, 740 | The muddy bottom o’er the clouds is thrown.~
62 7, 1018| And o’er Campania stretch’d his ample
63 7, 1020| O’er Batulum, and where Abella
64 7, 1072| High o’er the rest in arms the graceful
65 7, 1101| Flew o’er the fields, nor hurt the
66 7, 1105| Where’er she passes, fix their wond’
67 7, 1107| Devour her o’er and o’er with vast delight;~
68 7, 1107| Devour her o’er and o’er with vast delight;~
69 8, 47 | An azure robe was o’er his body spread,~
70 8, 101 | thy wat’ry stores; where’er they rise,~
71 8, 239 | the Trojan chief; and, o’er the bed,~
72 8, 311 | head hung threat’ning o’er the flood,~
73 8, 604 | And o’er his shoulder throws a panther’
74 8, 776 | Pallas shone conspicuous o’er the rest;~
75 8, 787 | O’er heathy plains pursue the
76 8, 902 | And o’er his head is hung the Julian
77 8, 947 | And spreads his mantle o’er the winding coast,~
78 9, 74 | Thus ranges eager Turnus o’er the plain.~
79 9, 114 | I grant; when, wafted o’er,~
80 9, 400 | Whate’er event thy bold attempt shall
81 9, 547 | If e’er my pious father, for my
82 9, 600 | And spread, where’er the Roman eagle flies!~
83 9, 628 | death, and smear’d all o’er~
84 9, 725 | Whelm’d o’er their heads, and buried
85 9, 1099| his cheeks are pasted o’er;~
86 10, 91 | And hover’d o’er his ill-extinguish’d fires.~
87 10, 202 | In ringlets o’er his shoulders hung his hair.~
88 10, 295 | reeds his forehead cover’d o’er.~
89 10, 374 | swelling canvas cover’d o’er,~
90 10, 572 | Vulcan rides in triumph o’er the waste;~
91 10, 628 | Survey’d him o’er and o’er with wond’ring
92 10, 628 | Survey’d him o’er and o’er with wond’ring sight,~
93 10, 676 | plates of ir’n, which o’er the shield were laid:~
94 10, 753 | The prince stood o’er the priest, and, at one
95 10, 773 | Stands o’er the prostrate wretch, and,
96 10, 954 | There, scatter’d o’er the fields, ignobly fly.~
97 10, 971 | And push’d the vessel o’er the swelling tide.~
98 10, 1024| d maw; his mouth runs o’er~
99 10, 1050| ring mist came swimming o’er his sight,~
100 10, 1084| Like tall Orion stalking o’er the flood.~
101 10, 1172| Accept whate’er AEneas can afford;~
102 10, 1199| O’er his broad shield still gush’
103 10, 1290| High o’er his head, with this reproachful
104 11, 108 | O’er his clos’d eyes, and wrapp’
105 11, 337 | Let him who lords it o’er th’ Ausonian land~
106 11, 358 | of Heav’n is hov’ring o’er his head.~
107 11, 433 | presents I return: whate’er you bring~
108 11, 456 | And dashes o’er the stones that stop the
109 11, 736 | mingled metal damask’d o’er with gold.~
110 11, 744 | wanton courser prances o’er the plains,~
111 11, 750 | And o’er his shoulder flows his waving
112 11, 795 | High o’er the vale a steepy mountain
113 11, 827 | Rais’d o’er the borders with unusual
114 11, 833 | part with cork he cover’d o’er:~
115 11, 885 | By whate’er hand Camilla shall be slain,~
116 11, 931 | Bound o’er the rocks, incroach upon
117 11, 998 | rest in rout she follows o’er the plain:~
118 11, 1006| O’er his broad back an ox’s hide
119 11, 1023| And o’er the shield which his left
120 11, 1097| fiery Tarchon, flying o’er the plains,~
121 11, 1124| And, whereso’er she turns, her steps attends.~
122 11, 1135| gilded brass was cover’d o’er;~
123 11, 1142| needlework distinguish’d o’er,~
124 11, 1232| High o’er the field there stood a
125 11, 1270| And o’er the darken’d walls and rampires
126 12, 89 | And whate’er price Amata’s honor bears~
127 12, 184 | And, o’er their linen hoods and shaded
128 12, 282 | My Trojans shall not o’er th’ Italians reign:~
129 12, 375 | And o’er their heads his sounding
130 12, 493 | drives impetuous, and, where’er he goes,~
131 12, 511 | He lashes on, and urges o’er the dead.~
132 12, 541 | Whom o’er his neck his flound’ring
133 12, 544 | Where’er he flies, he drives the
134 12, 682 | And o’er the field the frighted Latins
135 12, 692 | O’er empty courts, and under
136 12, 695 | drives the rapid goddess o’er the plains;~
137 12, 860 | And, whate’er tide prevails, is borne
138 12, 900 | Now Turnus rolls aloof o’er empty plains,~
139 12, 966 | rolling chariot drive o’er empty sands.”~
140 12, 1086| following still, where’er he steers;~
141 12, 1233| Whene’er the moody sire, to wreak
142 12, 1253| his shield, and flutters o’er his eyes.~
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