Book, Verse
1 1, 681 | from the griev’d hero’s breast,~
2 1, 692 | Athwart her breast a golden belt she throws,~
3 1, 706 | with secret joy her silent breast.~
4 1, 863 | with his left; then to his breast~
5 1, 962 | hugs and fonds thee on her breast,~
6 1, 1005| god, she drew so near her breast;~
7 2, 379 | groaning from the bottom of his breast,~
8 3, 499 | safely treasur’d in thy breast.~
9 4, 13 | my quiet, and distract my breast~
10 4, 296 | His breast with fury burn’d, his eyes
11 4, 368 | beard of ice on his large breast depends.~
12 4, 591 | What pangs the tender breast of Dido tore,~
13 4, 631 | shall glut the hatred of his breast.”~
14 4, 690 | means resolv’d within her breast,~
15 4, 789 | Rather with steel thy guilty breast invade,~
16 4, 799 | she brooded in her anxious breast.~
17 4, 846 | She struck her trembling breast, and tore her hair.~
18 4, 967 | She beats her breast, and rends her yellow hair,~
19 5, 180 | oars; and ev’ry panting breast~
20 5, 236 | To see his heaving breast disgorge the briny draught.~
21 5, 498 | His brawny back and ample breast he shows,~
22 5, 597 | and heavy fell; his ample breast~
23 5, 607 | conscious virtue fir’d his breast,~
24 5, 1133| and, groaning from the breast,~
25 6, 75 | and heav’d her lab’ring breast.~
26 6, 122 | strove to shake him from her breast,~
27 6, 150 | who rul’d her lab’ring breast,~
28 6, 237 | Achates, the companion of his breast,~
29 6, 454 | anxious thoughts within his breast,~
30 6, 603 | Baring her breast, yet bleeding with the wound~
31 6, 810 | growing liver digg’d his breast;~
32 6, 907 | height, and ample was his breast):~
33 7, 343 | seem’d, and anxious in his breast;~
34 7, 472 | shake, from out thy fruitful breast, the seeds~
35 7, 482 | Amata lay, her swelling breast~
36 7, 525 | parts, and poison’d all her breast;~
37 7, 565 | Amata’s breast the Fury thus invades,~
38 7, 639 | force, she plung’d into his breast.~
39 7, 700 | Young Silvia beats her breast, and cries aloud~
40 7, 723 | helpless infants to their breast.~
41 8, 218 | wonder fir’d my youthful breast.~
42 8, 353 | Behold his shagged breast, his giant size,~
43 8, 941 | she looks, and heaves her breast for breath,~
44 9, 237 | rous ardor boils within my breast,~
45 9, 391 | hope alone will fortify my breast~
46 9, 437 | And heaving from his breast, he drew his breath;~
47 9, 453 | the fumy god from out his breast:~
48 9, 581 | snowy neck reclines upon his breast,~
49 9, 947 | Found passage thro’ his breast, and pierc’d his heart.~
50 9, 954 | were lost within that roomy breast),~
51 9, 989 | mighty members, and his ample breast,~
52 10, 304 | And ends a fish: his breast the waves divides,~
53 10, 319 | waves advanc’d her snowy breast;~
54 10, 542 | the fatal weapon in his breast.~
55 10, 600 | driving on, and pierc’d his breast.~
56 10, 655 | stifled sighs within his breast.~
57 10, 848 | Then thro’ his breast his fatal sword he sent,~
58 10, 1037| fix’d his foot upon his breast,~
59 10, 1085| When with his brawny breast he cuts the waves,~
60 10, 1154| Gave place; and all his breast with fury fir’d.~
61 10, 1250| eyes, and rag’d within his breast.~
62 11, 128 | He beats his breast, and rends his hoary hair.~
63 11, 183 | chief, who harbor’d in his breast~
64 11, 583 | groaning from the bottom of his breast,~
65 11, 645 | death with an undaunted breast;~
66 11, 733 | for fight. His back and breast~
67 11, 771 | words lie lab’ring in my breast,~
68 11, 964 | was bare for her exerted breast;~
69 11, 1021| But Butes breast to breast: the spear descends~
70 11, 1021| But Butes breast to breast: the spear descends~
71 11, 1071| He fires the breast of Tarchon with disdain,~
72 11, 1115| tears her bowels, and her breast he gores;~
73 11, 1190| But wedg’d within her breast the weapon stands;~
74 11, 1208| drooping head declining on her breast:~
75 11, 1220| from the bottom of her breast, she drew~
76 11, 1249| The bowstring touch’d her breast, so strong she drew;~
77 11, 1300| The Daunian’s breast, and so the Fates require,)~
78 12, 6 | his fury boil’d within his breast:~
79 12, 90 | Within thy breast, since thou art all my hope,~
80 12, 111 | Roll in his breast, and rouse him to the fight.~
81 12, 153 | tear his corslet from his breast,~
82 12, 236 | hair, and beat her comely breast.~
83 12, 459 | his holy poniard in his breast.~
84 12, 879 | the gods; she beats her breast;~
85 12, 969 | boiling from the bottom of his breast,~
86 12, 1165| Reclin’d upon my breast, thy grief unload:~
87 12, 1259| Her beauteous breast she beat, and rent her flowing
88 12, 1298| mighty sorrow in his swelling breast.~
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