Book, Verse
1 1, Arg | complains to Jupiter of her son’s misfortunes. Jupiter comforts
2 1, 274 | equal portions with the ven’son shar’d.~
3 1, 317 | How could my pious son thy pow’r incense?~
4 1, 358 | Thy son (nor is th’ appointed season
5 1, 449 | Thus Venus: thus her son replied again:~
6 1, 512 | deeply sighing, thus her son replies:~
7 1, 564 | and cruel! to deceive your son~
8 1, 679 | The lifeless body of his son is sold.~
9 1, 927 | But Venus, anxious for her son’s affairs,~
10 1, 937 | My son, my strength, whose mighty
11 1, 941 | Thou know’st, my son, how Jove’s revengeful wife,~
12 2, Arg | shoulders, and leads his little son by the hand, his wife following
13 2, 261 | Diomede, nor Thetis’ greater son,~
14 2, 733 | With a son’s death t’ infect a father’
15 2, 750 | mingled paste his murder’d son had made,)~
16 2, 769 | And trembled for my son’s abandon’d life.~
17 2, 808 | My son, from whence this madness,
18 2, 837 | Haste hence, my son; this fruitless labor end:~
19 2, 881 | Myself, my wife, my son, my family,~
20 2, 899 | The son (inhuman) in the father’
21 2, 905 | Shall I my father, wife, and son behold,~
22 2, 919 | my feeble sire and tender son:~
23 2, 925 | Your son’s, and mine, your now forgotten
24 2, 928 | For, while I held my son, in the short space~
25 2, 950 | Now, now,’ said he, ’my son, no more delay!~
26 2, 966 | hand shall lead our little son; and you,~
27 2, 996 | Cried out: ’Haste, haste, my son, the foes are nigh;~
28 2, 1009| Deceiv’d her friends, her son, and wretched me.~
29 2, 1017| My sire, my son, my country gods I left.~
30 3, 17 | My sire, my son, our less and greater gods,~
31 3, 243 | Then said: ’O son, turmoil’d in Trojan fate!~
32 3, 382 | Greece; that Priam’s captive son~
33 3, 619 | Blest in a son, and favor’d by the gods:~
34 3, 624 | A noble present to my son she brought,~
35 4, 135 | trophies, with your worthy son!~
36 4, 335 | rs, nor promis’d such a son.~
37 4, 342 | why should he defraud his son of fame,~
38 4, 863 | Destroy’d his friends and son; and, from the fire,~
39 4, 885 | from his subjects, and his son’s embrace.~
40 5, 715 | Periphantes, tutor to his son,~
41 5, 948 | O son, in various toils and troubles
42 5, 1041| And trust my son to your protecting pow’r.~
43 6, 49 | twice assay’d to cast his son in gold;~
44 6, 175 | father, and protect the son.~
45 6, 243 | Son of the God of Winds: none
46 6, 441 | Son of Anchises, offspring of
47 6, 497 | sire, and by your living son,~
48 6, 604 | Made by her son. He saw Pasiphae there,~
49 6, 666 | Here Priam’s son, Deiphobus, he found,~
50 6, 948 | embraces of your longing son!”~
51 6, 979 | those wonders to his godlike son:~
52 6, 1022| The priestess and his son thro’ swarms of shades,~
53 6, 1194| His son, or one of his illustrious
54 6, 1229| Which when Anchises to his son had shown,~
55 7, 142 | A foreign son upon thy shore descends,~
56 7, 515 | friend, a kinsman, and a son.~
57 7, 799 | A foreign son is sought, and a mix’d mungril
58 7, 905 | sire unworthy of so brave a son;~
59 7, 912 | The son of Hercules he justly seems~
60 7, 920 | Then on Mount Aventine the son of Jove~
61 7, 924 | Like Hercules himself his son appears,~
62 7, 939 | Whom fame reports the son of Mulciber:~
63 7, 1043| The son of fam’d Hippolytus was
64 7, 1069| His son, the second Virbius, yet
65 8, Arg | with men, and sends his son Pallas with him. Vulcan,
66 8, Arg | Venus, makes arms for her son AEneas, and draws on his
67 8, 64 | Thy son Ascanius, on this empty
68 8, 78 | Wake, son of Venus, from thy pleasing
69 8, 140 | To Hercules, the warrior son of Jove.~
70 8, 227 | Which my son’s coursers in obedience
71 8, 400 | Hail, Jove’s undoubted son! an added grace~
72 8, 430 | From his unduteous son, and his usurping sway.~
73 8, 449 | Who to her son foretold th’ AEnean race,~
74 8, 486 | goddess, anxious for her son,~
75 8, 504 | kneels a suppliant for her son.~
76 8, 673 | but he’s a Sabine mother’s son,~
77 8, 678 | of my declining days, my son,~
78 8, 686 | name are listed; and my son~
79 8, 727 | joyful news his drooping son.~
80 8, 757 | My son return with peace and victory;~
81 8, 809 | winding vale she finds her son,~
82 8, 817 | said; and, having first her son embrac’d,~
83 9, 94 | goddess then approach’d her son,~
84 9, 108 | Then thus replied her awful son, who rolls~
85 9, 401 | is merit to have borne a son so brave.~
86 9, 642 | kind kiss from a departing son!~
87 9, 693 | Messapus, Neptune’s warlike son,~
88 9, 731 | On one side royal, one a son of earth,~
89 9, 790 | The son of Arcens shone amid the
90 9, 893 | thee, thy father’s worthy son,~
91 9, 946 | Sarpedon’s son, he slew: the deadly dart~
92 10, 77 | fate; but let me save the son.~
93 10, 84 | What profits it my son to scape the fire,~
94 10, 98 | god or man your fav’rite son advise,~
95 10, 124 | giv’n to you, your darling son to shroud,~
96 10, 131 | Your son, not knowing what his foes
97 10, 196 | great father of th’ intrepid son.~
98 10, 279 | His son Cupavo brush’d the briny
99 10, 287 | The son of Manto by the Tuscan stream,~
100 10, 491 | The son of Neptune to his aid succeeds,~
101 10, 590 | destiny laid hold upon the son,~
102 10, 650 | His son adjures you by those holy
103 10, 685 | as the sire deserv’d, the son I send;~
104 10, 742 | s shadow, but my living son.”~
105 10, 788 | Camers was son to Volscens lately slain,~
106 10, 1062| Trojan sinks, and Neptune’s son prevails.~
107 10, 1135| To see the son the vanquish’d father shield.~
108 10, 1208| To see my son, and such a son, resign~
109 10, 1208| To see my son, and such a son, resign~
110 10, 1260| sire is murther’d in the son.~
111 10, 1301| My dying son contracted no such band;~
112 11, 46 | father’s trust; and now the son he serv’d~
113 11, 78 | the fun’ral honors of his son.~
114 11, 82 | A son whose death disgrac’d his
115 11, 158 | Whose son he once was call’d, and
116 11, 249 | breathless victor, and my son had mourn’d.~
117 11, 274 | behold his vengeance for my son.~
118 11, 277 | My son and I expect it from his
119 11, 356 | A foreign son is pointed out by fate;~
120 11, 1278| on, and sees his helpless son expire.~
121 12, 47 | oft our priests, a foreign son reveal’d.~
122 12, 99 | by strangers or a Trojan son.”~
123 12, 169 | cheer his chiefs and tender son, relates~
124 12, 343 | sire, and he his greater son.~
125 12, 522 | This son of Dolon bore his grandsire’
126 12, 642 | embrace he strain’d his son,~
127 12, 644 | My son, from my example learn the
128 12, 652 | Hector’s nephew, and AEneas’ son.”~
129 12, 813 | goddess now inspires her son~
130 12, 957 | reject, or whom to call his son.~
131 12, 1127| Where I thy foster son receiv’d my birth,~
132 12, 1352| father once, and hast a son—~
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