Book, Verse
1 1, 67 | wretch, yet hissing with her father’s flame,~
2 1, 90 | In fear of this, the Father of the Gods~
3 1, 111 | And make thee father of a happy line.”~
4 1, 221 | So, when the Father of the Flood appears,~
5 1, 346 | To whom the Father of th’ immortal race,~
6 1, 476 | Her father gave her, yet a spotless
7 1, 878 | And sought my father’s aid, to be restor’d:~
8 1, 879 | My father Belus then with fire and
9 1, 951 | Ascanius by his father is design’d~
10 2, Arg | this, he carries off his father on his shoulders, and leads
11 2, 109 | Me, then a boy, my father, poor and bare~
12 2, 284 | The wretched father, running to their aid~
13 2, 368 | Thy father’s champion, and thy country’
14 2, 387 | If by a mortal hand my father’s throne~
15 2, 650 | His father’s charioteer, together run~
16 2, 672 | And all his father sparkles in his eyes;~
17 2, 733 | son’s death t’ infect a father’s sight.~
18 2, 747 | And to my father my foul deeds relate.~
19 2, 766 | My father’s image fill’d my pious
20 2, 812 | Look if your helpless father yet survive,~
21 2, 890 | Can I, without so dear a father, live?~
22 2, 899 | The son (inhuman) in the father’s view,~
23 2, 905 | Shall I my father, wife, and son behold,~
24 2, 924 | whom do you expose your father’s life,~
25 2, 962 | Haste, my dear father, (’t is no time to wait,)~
26 2, 975 | Hold you, my father, in your guiltless hands:~
27 2, 983 | welcome load of my dear father take;~
28 2, 995 | My father, looking thro’ the shades,
29 2, 1026| Then to my father’s house I make repair,~
30 3, Arg | lands on Sicily, where his father Anchises dies. This is the
31 3, 14 | The crew my father and the Fates obey.~
32 3, 83 | I call my father and the Trojan peers;~
33 3, 137 | My father, long revolving in his mind~
34 3, 197 | Again my father bids me seek the shore~
35 3, 711 | My father cried, ’where warlike steeds
36 3, 757 | where he fell, th’ avenging father drew~
37 3, 806 | Me my poor father with Ulysses sent;~
38 3, 933 | My dear, dear father, spent with age, I lost:~
39 4, 121 | And seeks the father’s image in the child,~
40 4, 477 | features might express his father’s face;~
41 4, 618 | d with hands profane his father’s dust:~
42 4, 860 | The burthen of his feeble father bore!~
43 5, Arg | celebrate the memory of his father with divine honors, and
44 5, Arg | generals, and a vision of his father, builds a city for the women,
45 5, 62 | Since first this isle my father’s ashes held:~
46 5, 105 | And thus his father’s ghost bespoke aloud:~
47 5, 128 | Or guardian of his father’s sepulcher.~
48 5, 132 | And call’d his father’s ghost, from hell restor’
49 5, 470 | Th’ indulgent father of the people smil’d,~
50 5, 945 | His father’s shade descended from the
51 5, 1075| tempests fly before their father’s face,~
52 6, Arg | and conducting him to his father Anchises, who instructs
53 6, 48 | Had not the father’s grief restrain’d his art.~
54 6, 163 | And lead me longing to my father’s sight.~
55 6, 175 | Oblige the father, and protect the son.~
56 6, 974 | O father, can it be, that souls sublime~
57 6, 1021| Thus having said, the father spirit leads~
58 6, 1129| The consul, not the father, sheds the blood.~
59 6, 1140| From Alpine heights the father first descends;~
60 7, 17 | cedar brands supply her father’s light.~
61 7, 70 | His father Faunus; a Laurentian dame~
62 7, 122 | For counsel to his father Faunus went,~
63 7, 440 | shall the son-in-law and father join,~
64 7, 573 | Who fled her father’s rage, and, with a train~
65 7, 675 | Their father Tyrrheus did his fodder
66 7, 708 | Tyrrheus, the foster father of the beast,~
67 7, 910 | His father’s hydra fills his ample
68 7, 928 | Thus, like the god his father, homely dress’d,~
69 7, 947 | Anagnia fat, and Father Amasene—~
70 7, 1055| Glutting his father’s eyes with guiltless gore.~
71 7, 1070| His father’s art, and warrior steeds
72 8, 46 | Arose the father of the Roman flood;~
73 8, 98 | And Father Tiber, in thy sacred bed~
74 8, 206 | whom the features of thy father shine,~
75 8, 296 | His father hew’d it out, and bound
76 8, 336 | clouds of smoke, amidst his father’s fires,~
77 8, 559 | Hether the Father of the Fire, by night,~
78 8, 609 | Young Pallas did his father’s steps attend,~
79 8, 755 | Relief, and hear a father and a king!~
80 8, 758 | lov’d boy shall bless his father’s sight;~
81 9, 223 | His father Hyrtacus of noble blood;~
82 9, 260 | Not so my father taught my childhood arms;~
83 9, 330 | Then into tears of joy the father broke;~
84 9, 339 | And I, whose welfare in my father lies,”~
85 9, 403 | My father us’d it,) what, returning
86 9, 547 | If e’er my pious father, for my sake,~
87 9, 793 | Bred by his father in the Martian grove,~
88 9, 893 | Suffice it thee, thy father’s worthy son,~
89 10, 71 | Then, father, (if I still may use that
90 10, 76 | The father may be cast on coasts unknown,~
91 10, 196 | Or the great father of th’ intrepid son.~
92 10, 445 | Nor their fam’d father, wont in war to go~
93 10, 589 | But, when the father’s mortal race was run,~
94 10, 625 | O were his father here, my just revenge to
95 10, 728 | By young Iulus, by thy father’s shade,~
96 10, 742 | My father’s shadow, but my living
97 10, 871 | And give him to his aged father’s sight.~
98 10, 973 | And to his father’s longing arms restores.~
99 10, 1066| And not belied his mighty father’s fame.~
100 10, 1121| His father’s peril Lausus view’d with
101 10, 1128| The father sought to save himself by
102 10, 1135| see the son the vanquish’d father shield.~
103 10, 1185| Meantime, his father, now no father, stood,~
104 10, 1185| Meantime, his father, now no father, stood,~
105 11, 46 | The father’s trust; and now the son
106 11, 65 | thus I promis’d, when thy father lent~
107 11, 77 | The wretched father, ere his race is run,~
108 11, 516 | But, what his father’s parentage, unknown.~
109 11, 543 | But, with a father’s right, bestow your own.~
110 11, 634 | Now, royal father, to the present state~
111 11, 676 | For you, my royal father, and my fame,~
112 11, 815 | Her father Metabus, when forc’d away~
113 12, 69 | daughter’s lover and the father’s friend?~
114 12, 523 | But emulated more his father’s fame;~
115 12, 524 | His guileful father, sent a nightly spy,~
116 12, 758 | Poor was his house; his father’s painful hand~
117 12, 1021| Or Father Apennine, when, white with
118 12, 1069| not the fated sword his father bore,~
119 12, 1192| for myself and for your father’s land,~
120 12, 1352| Thou hadst a father once, and hast a son—~
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