Book, Verse
1 1, 136 | With lifted hands and eyes, invokes relief;~
2 1, 144 | heroes, whose dismember’d hands yet bear~
3 1, 207 | rocks the vessels with their hands:~
4 1, 690 | In their right hands a pointed dart they wield;~
5 1, 724 | joyful haste, to join their hands;~
6 1, 826 | mother goddess, with her hands divine,~
7 1, 982 | attendants water for their hands supply,~
8 2, 198 | fetters, and unbind his hands:~
9 2, 206 | His hands now free, ’thou venerable
10 2, 222 | statue with their bloody hands~
11 2, 252 | That, if you violate with hands profane~
12 2, 255 | climb, with your assisting hands,~
13 2, 290 | With both his hands he labors at the knots;~
14 2, 316 | O sacred city, built by hands divine!~
15 2, 439 | Trojan state to Grecian hands.~
16 2, 546 | protect from sacrilegious hands:~
17 2, 582 | Phoebus, sav’d from impious hands.~
18 2, 630 | Then, wrenching with our hands, th’ assault renew;~
19 2, 872 | These weak old hands suffice to stop my breath;~
20 2, 936 | His hands to heav’n, and this request
21 2, 948 | good old man with suppliant hands implor’d~
22 2, 975 | father, in your guiltless hands:~
23 2, 1042| wretched youths, with pinion’d hands,~
24 3, 60 | Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood:~
25 3, 111 | ancient love, their plighted hands they join.~
26 3, 178 | All hands aloft! for Crete! for Crete!’
27 3, 235 | To heav’n I lift my hands with pious haste,~
28 3, 284 | With claws for hands, and looks for ever lean.~
29 3, 314 | And our strong hands with swords and bucklers
30 3, 344 | lifting up to heav’n his hands and eyes,~
31 3, 629 | in my youth with happier hands I wove:~
32 3, 646 | The labor of your hands, another Troy,~
33 3, 797 | content, to die by human hands.’~
34 4, 82 | the golden goblet in her hands.~
35 4, 138 | This rising city, which my hands erect:~
36 4, 209 | joyful altars join their hands:~
37 4, 306 | Do thy broad hands the forky lightnings lance?~
38 4, 618 | Nor mov’d with hands profane his father’s dust:~
39 4, 749 | leaven’d cake in her devoted hands~
40 4, 940 | A lofty city by my hands is rais’d,~
41 4, 953 | blood came streaming on her hands.~
42 5, 303 | seas Cloanthus holds his hands,~
43 5, 334 | In vain, with lifted hands and gazing eyes,~
44 5, 353 | rewarded by the hero’s hands,~
45 5, 536 | And sheathe his hands with in the listed field.~
46 5, 544 | pond’rous engines in his hands.~
47 5, 592 | With hands on high, Entellus threats
48 5, 649 | With his own hands he raises on the shore.~
49 5, 829 | saw her; she supplied my hands~
50 5, 837 | d; the god supplies our hands.”~
51 5, 858 | they snatch, with impious hands,~
52 5, 900 | To heav’n his hands, and with his hands his
53 5, 900 | his hands, and with his hands his vows.~
54 5, 934 | Trust in his hands your old and useless train;~
55 5, 1013| crown’d, a charger in his hands;~
56 5, 1108| He said: his fasten’d hands the rudder keep,~
57 5, 1119| Cried out for helping hands, but cried in vain.~
58 6, 50 | Twice from his hands he dropp’d the forming mold.~
59 6, 106 | Then shall my grateful hands a temple rear~
60 6, 401 | Briareus with all his hundred hands;~
61 6, 432 | for passage with extended hands.~
62 6, 858 | labor’d by the Cyclops’ hands.~
63 7, 325 | Despite not then, that in our hands we bear~
64 7, 475 | souls to hatred, and their hands to war.”~
65 8, 220 | hearts, and plight our mutual hands.~
66 8, 373 | flaming tapers in their hands,~
67 8, 384 | strangled with his infant hands;~
68 8, 389 | Thy hands, unconquer’d hero, could
69 8, 564 | Before their hands, to ripen for the skies:~
70 8, 587 | Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare,~
71 8, 594 | By turns their hands descend, and hammers chime.~
72 8, 611 | They join their hands; a secret seat they choose;~
73 8, 823 | His hands the fatal sword and corslet
74 8, 884 | odorous gums in their chaste hands they bear.~
75 9, 17 | The Daunian hero lifts his hands and eyes,~
76 9, 27 | Then with his hands the drops to heav’n he throws,~
77 9, 181 | By hands divine, yet perish’d by
78 9, 182 | my friends, your valiant hands,~
79 9, 344 | faith I plight into your hands,)~
80 9, 853 | full stretch of both his hands he drew,~
81 9, 856 | And thus with lifted hands invok’d the god:~
82 9, 980 | With both his hands, and adds his shoulders
83 10, 192 | From Acmon’s hands a rolling stone there came,~
84 10, 282 | With lifted hands alarm’d the seas below:~
85 10, 393 | wifes, are all within your hands.~
86 10, 520 | Trust not your feet: your hands must hew your way~
87 10, 526 | With mortal hands to meet a mortal foe.~
88 10, 617 | fall, but fall by greater hands.~
89 10, 692 | The belt Eurytion’s artful hands had made,~
90 10, 793 | Mov’d all his hundred hands, provok’d the war,~
91 10, 836 | then, stretching out his hands,~
92 10, 942 | His hands and haggard eyes to heav’
93 10, 981 | All hands employ’d, and all their
94 10, 1204| Then both his lifted hands to heav’n he spread;~
95 10, 1242| take his wonted weight. His hands he fills~
96 11, 100 | New cropp’d by virgin hands, to dress the bow’r:~
97 11, 106 | Which with her hands Sidonian Dido wrought.~
98 11, 115 | Then, pinion’d with their hands behind, appear~
99 11, 120 | Gauntlets and helms their loaded hands adorn;~
100 11, 726 | mouths, and presents in their hands,~
101 11, 1189| the jav’lin with her dying hands,~
102 11, 1272| shrieks, and wring their hands.~
103 12, 292 | Then, with erected eyes and hands,~
104 12, 333 | dejected, and with trembling hands;~
105 12, 470 | head, and naked were his hands,~
106 12, 572 | He tugs with both his hands, and breaks the dart.~
107 12, 588 | With ready hands, and hastens to the wound.~
108 12, 618 | mixture with her heav’nly hands,~
109 12, 625 | scarcely touch’d with tender hands,~
110 12, 633 | art’s effect, but done by hands divine.~
111 12, 636 | hero arms in haste; his hands infold~
112 12, 850 | out to heav’n his pious hands,~
113 12, 880 | She tears with both her hands her purple vest:~
114 12, 978 | Which his own hands on beams and rafters rais’
115 12, 1029| swords, unknowing, from their hands.~
116 12, 1116| With heedless hands the Trojans fell’d the tree,~
117 12, 1157| Patient of human hands and earthly steel?~
118 12, 1289| Not with their feet, but hands, the valiant fight.~
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