Book, Verse
1 1, 220 | quenches their innate desire of blood:~
2 1, 268 | mighty bodies with their blood distain.~
3 1, 440 | a virgin of the Spartan blood:~
4 1, 669 | With tracks of blood inscrib’d the dusty ground.~
5 1, 883 | chiefs, and your illustrious blood.~
6 2, 140 | Assuage your thirst of blood, and strike the blow:~
7 2, 162 | passage with a virgin’s blood was bought:~
8 2, 164 | And Grecian blood once more atone the main.”~
9 2, 174 | treason, and was dumb to blood,~
10 2, 482 | temper their dry chaps in blood—~
11 2, 492 | and holy temples float in blood,~
12 2, 749 | Slidd’ring thro’ clotter’d blood and holy mire,~
13 2, 756 | The lukewarm blood came rushing thro’ the wound,~
14 2, 764 | before, I felt my cruddled blood~
15 2, 792 | bodies, and were drunk with blood?~
16 2, 865 | Go you, whose blood runs warm in ev’ry vein.~
17 2, 898 | Reeking with Priam’s blood—the wretch who slew~
18 2, 906 | Welt’ring in blood, each other’s arms infold?~
19 2, 979 | Of dire debate, and blood in battle spilt.’~
20 3, 41 | sinews, and congeal’d my blood.~
21 3, 60 | pollute thy pious hands with blood:~
22 3, 63 | Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.~
23 3, 66 | Here loads of lances, in my blood embrued,~
24 3, 67 | Again shoot upward, by my blood renew’d.’~
25 3, 87 | Polluted with the blood of Polydore;~
26 3, 93 | bowls of tepid milk and blood we pour,~
27 3, 817 | he quaffs the streaming blood.~
28 3, 822 | With spouting blood the purple pavement swims,~
29 3, 871 | bor’d eye the gutt’ring blood he laves:~
30 4, 293 | And blood of victim beasts enrich’
31 4, 303 | With blood of victims, and with sparkling
32 4, 523 | Not sprung from noble blood, nor goddess-born,~
33 4, 659 | wine is turn’d to putrid blood,~
34 4, 901 | some avenger of our Libyan blood,~
35 4, 953 | The spouting blood came streaming on her hands.~
36 4, 987 | To stanch the streaming blood, and cleanse the gore.~
37 5, 51 | mother was a dame of Dardan blood;~
38 5, 163 | Cluentius draws his Trojan blood.~
39 5, 429 | Soak’d with the blood of oxen newly slain.~
40 5, 469 | all his habit smear’d with blood.~
41 5, 527 | But my chill blood is curdled in my veins,~
42 5, 551 | these I wielded while my blood was warm,~
43 5, 626 | teeth came rushing with his blood.~
44 5, 964 | And blood of offer’d victims free
45 6, 133 | wars, I view—a field of blood,~
46 6, 356 | The streaming blood: a lamb to Hell and Night~
47 6, 492 | Stain’d with my blood th’ unhospitable coast;~
48 6, 611 | wound, her bosom bath’d in blood;~
49 6, 896 | fields, were prodigal of blood:~
50 6, 1035| name, but mix’d with Dardan blood,~
51 6, 1057| prince a priestess of your blood shall bear,~
52 6, 1129| not the father, sheds the blood.~
53 6, 1146| Thou, of my blood, who bear’st the Julian
54 7, 60 | I shall sing of battles, blood, and rage,~
55 7, 422 | Mars could in mutual blood the Centaurs bathe,~
56 7, 438 | With blood the dear alliance shall
57 7, 443 | Phrygian, Latian, and Rutulian blood!~
58 7, 469 | And kindle kindred blood to mutual hate.~
59 7, 476 | was with black Gorgonian blood,~
60 7, 517 | you, resolve on foreign blood,~
61 7, 596 | bride and scepter which thy blood has bought,~
62 7, 643 | He breathes defiance, blood, and mortal war.~
63 7, 744 | breath, and drank his vital blood~
64 7, 752 | bath’d them in each other’s blood;~
65 7, 756 | The blood already drawn, the war begun;~
66 7, 760 | vengeance and the sweets of blood;~
67 7, 822 | The guilt of blood and sacrilegious war:~
68 7, 914 | part, and part of earthly blood,~
69 7, 992 | the natives born of Latine blood,~
70 7, 1067| who shed their master’s blood,~
71 8, 176 | Our fathers’ mingled blood, Apollo’s voice,~
72 8, 634 | That blood, those murthers, O ye gods,
73 8, 656 | brave in arms, ye Lydian blood, the flow’r~
74 8, 668 | But the chill blood that creeps within my veins,~
75 8, 713 | and fields to float in blood.~
76 8, 795 | first inhabitants of Grecian blood,~
77 8, 855 | the brambles drink his blood,~
78 8, 932 | And Discord, dyed in blood, with garments rent,~
79 9, 223 | father Hyrtacus of noble blood;~
80 9, 447 | trunk, that welters in the blood,~
81 9, 470 | out a stream of wine and blood;~
82 9, 476 | Our eager thirst of blood may both betray;~
83 9, 555 | thin armor, drank his vital blood,~
84 9, 607 | And the yet reeking blood o’erflows the ground.~
85 9, 633 | Her cheeks the blood, her hand the web forsakes.~
86 9, 949 | lungs, and in his vital blood.~
87 9, 1017| Blood, brains, and foam gush from
88 9, 1024| youth, and blind desire of blood,~
89 10, 187 | bold brothers of Sarpedon’s blood,~
90 10, 461 | weapons, which, inur’d to blood,~
91 10, 494 | With mutual blood th’ Ausonian soil is dyed,~
92 10, 577 | came, fierce with desire of blood;~
93 10, 586 | And blood, and mingled brains, together
94 10, 680 | comes issuing with the vital blood:~
95 10, 776 | roll’d along the sand in blood.~
96 10, 801 | fauchion found the taste of blood.~
97 10, 873 | the Trojans with his pious blood.~
98 10, 1029| The lance, besmear’d with blood, lies broken in the wound.~
99 10, 1057| Who from Lycaon’s blood his lineage drew.~
100 10, 1118| glad with sight of hostile blood,~
101 10, 1164| But when, with blood and paleness all o’erspread,~
102 10, 1184| With clotted locks, and blood that well’d from out the
103 11, 14 | plumy crest, besmear’d with blood:~
104 11, 38 | which for us with their own blood they bought;~
105 11, 118 | To sprinkle with their blood the fun’ral flame.~
106 11, 130 | Besmear’d with hostile blood, and honorably foul.~
107 11, 234 | That boiling blood would carry thee too far,~
108 11, 334 | usurp’d, which with their blood is bought!~
109 11, 527 | plains of Latium run with blood around.~
110 11, 590 | Ere yet with blood our ditches overflow:~
111 11, 642 | But, O! if any ancient blood remains,~
112 11, 748 | thirst, and cool his fiery blood:~
113 11, 920 | He rolls along in blood, and breathes his last.~
114 11, 942 | bodies, and are drunk with blood.~
115 11, 960 | The sands with streaming blood are sanguine dyed,~
116 11, 963 | unappall’d, and pleas’d with blood.~
117 11, 990 | Bath’d in his blood he lies, and bites the ground.~
118 11, 1033| Brains, mingled with his blood, besmear his face.~
119 11, 1068| The feathers, foul with blood, come tumbling to the ground.~
120 11, 1176| deeply drunk the purple blood.~
121 11, 1218| Welt’ring in blood, she sees Camilla slain,~
122 12, 49 | my kindness to my kindred blood,~
123 12, 81 | And the blood follows, where the weapon
124 12, 123 | Shall dye, with mutual blood, the Latian shore:~
125 12, 342 | A chief of ancient blood; in arms well known~
126 12, 409 | Arcadian mix’d with Tuscan blood,~
127 12, 466 | Warm blood, and mingled brains, besmear
128 12, 472 | rage, what new desire of blood,~
129 12, 512 | Their fetlocks run with blood; and, when they bound,~
130 12, 624 | Stanch’d is the blood, and in the bottom stands:~
131 12, 662 | And the chill blood ran backward in their veins.~
132 12, 680 | With Trojan blood, th’ unhappy fight renew’
133 12, 724 | With blood and slaughter’d bodies fills
134 12, 748 | Of Theban blood, whom Peridia bore.~
135 12, 776 | Murranus, boasting of his blood, that springs~
136 12, 1050| their sides are lav’d in blood;~
137 12, 1209| From ancient blood th’ Ausonian people sprung,~
138 12, 1216| From blood so mix’d, a pious race shall
139 12, 1254| chillness crept along his blood;~
140 12, 1309| cold congeals his vital blood.~
141 12, 1376| The streaming blood distain’d his arms around,~
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