Book, Verse
1 1, 112 | To this the god: “’T is yours, O queen, to will~
2 1, 193 | Whom I—but first ’t is fit the billows to restrain;~
3 1, 946 | For this ’t is needful to prevent her
4 1, 1034| T was Bitias whom she call’
5 2, 42 | Thymoetes first (’t is doubtful whether hir’
6 2, 60 | Or ’t is an engine rais’d above
7 2, 61 | T’ o’erlook the walls, and
8 2, 72 | Enough was said and done t’ inspire a better mind.~
9 2, 78 | T’ impose on their belief,
10 2, 102 | T is not in Fortune’s pow’
11 2, 125 | T was told again; and hence
12 2, 138 | And ’t is t’ appear a foe, t’ appear
13 2, 138 | And ’t is t’ appear a foe, t’ appear
14 2, 138 | And ’t is t’ appear a foe, t’ appear a Greek;~
15 2, 159 | Eurypylus t’ enquire their fate was
16 2, 304 | All vote t’ admit the steed, that vows
17 2, 347 | T’ invade the town, oppress’
18 2, 350 | T was in the dead of night,
19 2, 388 | Could be defended, ’t was by mine alone.~
20 2, 425 | gather friends, with them t’ oppose~
21 2, 523 | T is fit we should th’ auspicious
22 2, 548 | T was all she could—her tender
23 2, 733 | With a son’s death t’ infect a father’s sight.~
24 2, 793 | T is true, a soldier can small
25 2, 868 | T is, sure, enough, if not
26 2, 876 | T is long since I, for my
27 2, 908 | T is the last summons to receive
28 2, 962 | Haste, my dear father, (’t is no time to wait,)~
29 2, 976 | In me ’t is impious holy things to
30 2, 1054| Desist, my much-lov’d lord, ’t indulge your pain;~
31 3, 147 | From thence, as ’t is divulg’d by certain fame,~
32 3, 201 | T was night, when ev’ry creature,
33 3, 547 | T is safer, then, to bear
34 3, 631 | T is the last present Hector’
35 3, 734 | T is that Charybdis which
36 3, 774 | tatter’d, seem’d from far t’ implore~
37 3, 790 | T is true, I am a Greek, and
38 3, 860 | T is all I ask, this cruel
39 4, 140 | T is better ended in a lasting
40 4, 540 | Fool that I was—’t is little to repeat~
41 4, 584 | T’ invade the corn, and to
42 4, 671 | Hourly ’t is heard, when with a boding
43 4, 701 | T was she supplied the wakeful
44 4, 757 | T was dead of night, when
45 4, 780 | T is true—but am I sure to
46 4, 945 | And unreveng’d? ’T is doubly to be dead!~
47 4, 947 | On any terms, ’t is better than to live.~
48 5, 31 | T is fate diverts our course,
49 5, 166 | head in storms; but, when ’t is clear,~
50 5, 622 | T is madness to contend with
51 5, 944 | T was dead of night; when
52 5, 1026| As if ’t were little to consume the
53 6, 20 | first who sail’d in air,) ’t is sung by Fame,~
54 6, 630 | T is the last interview that
55 6, 726 | T is here, in different paths,
56 6, 933 | Once more ’t is giv’n me to behold your
57 6, 936 | T is true, computing times,
58 6, 1162| Fabricius, or can cease t’ admire~
59 6, 1173| But, Rome, ’t is thine alone, with awful
60 7, 6 | Thy name (’t is all a ghost can have)
61 7, 146 | T is theirs whate’er the sun
62 7, 414 | As if ’t were little from their town
63 7, 467 | T is thine to ruin realms,
64 7, 576 | T was Ardua once; now Ardea’
65 7, 755 | thus she speaks: “Behold! ’t is done,~
66 7, 976 | T was he, the noble Claudian
67 8, 40 | T was night; and weary nature
68 8, 137 | T was on a solemn day: th’
69 8, 209 | Long tho’ it be, ’t is fresh within my mind,~
70 8, 256 | T was once a robber’s den,
71 8, 683 | And early shall begin t’ admire and copy you.~
72 9, 92 | T is said that, when the chief
73 9, 165 | T was giv’n to Venus they
74 9, 168 | T is in the fate of Turnus
75 9, 174 | Was ’t not enough, that, punish’
76 9, 401 | T is merit to have borne a
77 9, 509 | T is not for naught,” cried
78 9, 639 | Was’t on this face my famish’d
79 9, 984 | T’ admit young Turnus, and
80 9, 997 | T is hostile earth you tread.
81 10, 55 | T’ inspire the matrons, and
82 10, 118 | But yet ’t is just and lawful for your
83 10, 124 | T was giv’n to you, your darling
84 10, 129 | But ’t is my crime—the Queen of
85 10, 522 | T is thro’ that forward path
86 10, 654 | His ravish’d spoils.” ’T was heard, the vain request;~
87 10, 658 | T is virtue’s work alone to
88 10, 759 | champion cheers his troops t’ encounter those,~
89 10, 926 | And skipp’t and skulk’d, and under hatches
90 10, 1123| And here, heroic youth, ’t is here I must~
91 10, 1126| Posterity will scarce believe ’t is true.~
92 10, 1180| T was by the great AEneas’
93 10, 1212| T is now my bitter banishment
94 10, 1297| T is no dishonor for the brave
95 11, 252 | T was not his fault, my Pallas
96 11, 274 | T is to behold his vengeance
97 11, 278 | T is all that he can give,
98 11, 340 | T is just, the sway he seeks,
99 11, 552 | T is a destructive war: from
100 11, 616 | T is a destructive war? So
101 11, 640 | Then I conclude for peace: ’t is time to treat,~
102 11, 814 | T was born with her; and with
103 11, 1093| T was Venulus, whom from his
104 11, 1197| Acca, ’t is past! he swims before
105 11, 1282| T is terror all within, and
106 12, 55 | With what success, ’t is needless to declare;~
107 12, 241 | T is not a crime t’ attempt
108 12, 241 | T is not a crime t’ attempt what I decree;~
109 12, 354 | Turnus, ’t is true, in this unequal
110 12, 392 | At length ’t is granted, what I long
111 12, 574 | To draw the weapon, than t’ inlarge the wound.~
112 12, 960 | T is true, Messapus, fearless
113 12, 1008| T is just that I should vindicate
114 12, 1064| Now ’t is but death, or flight;
115 12, 1069| T was not the fated sword
116 12, 1108| One chief had fled, and t’other giv’n the chase:~
117 12, 1140| T’ assert her offspring with
118 12, 1183| T is true, Juturna mingled
119 12, 1288| T is not thy swiftness can
120 12, 1296| T is hostile heav’n I dread,
121 12, 1359| Against a yielded man, ’t is mean ignoble strife.”~
122 12, 1373| T is Pallas, Pallas gives
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