Book, Verse
1 1, 179 | He rear’d his awful head above the main,~
2 1, 620 | under earth a courser’s head they drew,~
3 1, 973 | wreath of myrtle crowns his head,~
4 2, 132 | by treason, my devoted head;~
5 2, 208 | fillets, that once bound this head!~
6 2, 219 | Ulysses, that inventive head,~
7 2, 289 | And tow’ring o’er his head in triumph ride.~
8 2, 930 | relate, from young Iulus’ head~
9 2, 971 | Shoots up her venerable head on high,~
10 3, 475 | the fillet from his holy head;~
11 3, 718 | Phrygian mantle veil’d his head,~
12 3, 813 | Erects his head, and stares within the skies;~
13 4, 268 | day, from lofty tow’rs her head she shews,~
14 4, 364 | Atlas, whose head, with piny forests crown’
15 4, 520 | From head to foot survey’d his person
16 4, 646 | as he shoots his tow’ring head on high,~
17 4, 988 | tried to raise her drooping head,~
18 4, 1005| above the dying lover’s head,~
19 5, 15 | hung hov’ring o’er their head:~
20 5, 95 | Acestes, each adorn’d his head;~
21 5, 166 | Above his head in storms; but, when ’t
22 5, 231 | Hardly his head the plunging pilot rears,~
23 5, 267 | oars she shiver’d, and her head she broke.~
24 5, 320 | laurel crowns the victor’s head,~
25 5, 396 | owning old Acestes for their head;~
26 5, 487 | Stalking he strides, his head erected bears:~
27 5, 499 | His lifted arms around his head he throws,~
28 5, 553 | nerves, or time o’ersnow’d my head.~
29 5, 628 | And hung his head, and trail’d his legs along.~
30 5, 672 | Then Mnestheus to the head his arrow drove,~
31 5, 732 | graceful leaders at their head were seen;~
32 5, 881 | glitt’ring helmet from his head,~
33 5, 908 | At this devoted head thy thunder throw,~
34 5, 1066| are giv’n; one destin’d head alone~
35 6, 396 | Sleep there hides his heavy head,~
36 6, 486 | High on a mounting wave my head I bore,~
37 6, 703 | And from beneath my head my sword convey’d;~
38 6, 894 | woods above, and hides his head below.~
39 6, 1059| rising crests his royal head adorn;~
40 6, 1104| His head with olive crown’d, his
41 6, 1199| sable shades, involves his head.”~
42 7, 114 | glories danc’d about her head.~
43 7, 248 | a short pruning hook his head reclines,~
44 7, 353 | length he rais’d his cheerful head, and spoke:~
45 7, 402 | pain, she shook her haughty head,~
46 7, 495 | Now like a fillet to her head repairs,~
47 7, 556 | Shook high above her head a flaming pine;~
48 7, 594 | Win, for a Trojan head to wear the prize,~
49 7, 631 | High on her head she rears two twisted snakes,~
50 7, 788 | Here hides her hated head, and frees the lab’ring
51 7, 855 | But hid his head, and, safe from loud alarms,~
52 7, 952 | yellow wolves adorn their head;~
53 7, 1034| olives crown’d his hoary head.~
54 7, 1110| Her head with ringlets of her hair
55 8, 48 | shady reeds adorn’d his head:~
56 8, 181 | Atlas, whose head sustains the starry frame.~
57 8, 286 | And toss’d about his head his knotted oak.~
58 8, 311 | The leaning head hung threat’ning o’er the
59 8, 371 | priests, Potitius at their head,~
60 8, 577 | on the crest the Gorgon’s head they place,~
61 8, 635 | On his own head, and on his impious race!~
62 8, 661 | rful people; seek a foreign head.’~
63 8, 763 | to death his undeserving head;~
64 8, 773 | AEneas at their head, Achates by his side.~
65 8, 778 | seas, exerts his radiant head~
66 8, 839 | while, bending back her head,~
67 8, 852 | imprecations on the perjur’d head.~
68 8, 902 | And o’er his head is hung the Julian star.~
69 9, 151 | roar’d, and, raising up his head,~
70 9, 274 | If one should reach my head, there let it fall,~
71 9, 402 | Now by my head, a sacred oath, I swear,~
72 9, 436 | His head rais’d high on tapestry
73 9, 446 | The gasping head flies off; a purple flood~
74 9, 584 | Whose heavy head is overcharg’d with rain.~
75 9, 671 | their shields upon their head,~
76 9, 798 | whirl’d the thong around his head, and threw:~
77 9, 860 | mother, bears aloft his head,~
78 9, 885 | downward shot his radiant head;~
79 9, 1041| flies off, and bears the head along.~
80 10, 172 | the sacred honors of his head,~
81 10, 201 | lovely face unarm’d, his head was bare;~
82 10, 551 | For Thymbrus’ head was lopp’d; and Laris’ hand,~
83 10, 581 | Around his head he toss’d his glitt’ring
84 10, 775 | Mows off his head: the trunk a moment stood,~
85 10, 843 | stern hero turn’d aside his head,~
86 10, 903 | His head aloft; a plumy crest he
87 10, 993 | shoulders, Lausus, and thy head adorn.~
88 10, 1088| in clouds he hides his head.~
89 10, 1192| His drooping head was rested on his hand:~
90 10, 1203| sprinkled first his hoary head;~
91 10, 1233| either shalt bring back the head~
92 10, 1243| pointed jav’lins; on his head he lac’d~
93 10, 1285| forward, pitching on his head,~
94 10, 1290| High o’er his head, with this reproachful word:~
95 11, 1 | rosy Morning rais’d her head~
96 11, 108 | and wrapp’d around his head,~
97 11, 275 | for Turnus, whose devoted head~
98 11, 358 | Heav’n is hov’ring o’er his head.~
99 11, 364 | come, commanded by their head,~
100 11, 627 | from the sea, and hides his head,~
101 11, 751 | he snorts, he bears his head on high;~
102 11, 865 | shoulders, fasten’d to her head.~
103 11, 954 | and throat unarm’d, his head was bare,~
104 11, 1008| and grinn’d around his head,~
105 11, 1062| strain’d beyond his horse’s head:~
106 11, 1139| golden helm his front and head surrounds;~
107 11, 1208| Her drooping head declining on her breast:~
108 12, 139 | Then to his head his glitt’ring helm he tied,~
109 12, 154 | And from that eunuch head to rend the crest;~
110 12, 442 | on his shoulders and his head,~
111 12, 449 | rich armor, and uncrown his head.~
112 12, 470 | Bare was his head, and naked were his hands,~
113 12, 563 | He lops the head. The Latian fields are drunk~
114 12, 715 | weapon hiss’d above his head, and tore~
115 12, 789 | brazen helm it pierc’d his head.~
116 12, 1022| His head divine obscure in clouds
117 12, 1093| Now to his beamy head he makes his way,~
118 12, 1281| azure mantle wrapp’d her head,~
119 12, 1294| The champion shook his head, and made this short reply:~
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