Book, Verse
1 1, 340 | we, descended from your sacred line,~
2 1, 395 | shall ascend before his sacred shrine.~
3 1, 482 | Before the sacred altar made him bleed,~
4 1, 698 | pomp of guards, ascends the sacred fane.~
5 1, 1022| With solemn rites, thy sacred name and pow’r;~
6 2, 209 | Ye sacred altars, from whose flames
7 2, 303 | And dared to violate the sacred wood.~
8 2, 316 | O sacred city, built by hands divine!~
9 2, 395 | With ancient Vesta from the sacred choir,~
10 2, 429 | Pantheus, Apollo’s priest, a sacred name,~
11 2, 545 | not Minerva’s shrine, nor sacred bands,~
12 2, 752 | And on the sacred pile the royal victim laid.~
13 2, 757 | sanguine streams distain’d the sacred ground.~
14 2, 934 | To quench the sacred fire, and slake his hair;~
15 3, 8 | The timber of the sacred groves we cut,~
16 3, 80 | O sacred hunger of pernicious gold!~
17 3, 142 | Sacred of old to Jove’s imperial
18 3, 198 | Of sacred Delos, and the god implore,~
19 3, 236 | And sacred incense in the flames I
20 3, 391 | And sacred priests in order stand around,~
21 3, 582 | But beg the sacred priestess to relate~
22 3, 715 | To Pallas, and the sacred hill ascend;~
23 3, 913 | here, they roll in the same sacred bed.~
24 4, 211 | The merry madness of the sacred show.~
25 4, 298 | Then on the sacred altars pouring wine,~
26 4, 490 | Of sacred nuptials, or a husband’s
27 4, 664 | Sacred to death, and to her murther’
28 4, 736 | And now (the sacred altars plac’d around)~
29 4, 829 | O sacred pow’r, what pow’r soe’er
30 4, 914 | With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow.~
31 4, 1002| Nor made her sacred to the shades below.~
32 5, 120 | The sacred monster shot along the ground;~
33 5, 435 | Nor of the sacred bonds of amity,~
34 5, 783 | Thus far the sacred sports they celebrate:~
35 6, 11 | pious prince ascends the sacred hill~
36 6, 60 | said, the servants urge the sacred rites,~
37 6, 71 | And shiv’ring at the sacred entry stay’d,)~
38 6, 100 | And thou, O sacred maid, inspir’d to see~
39 6, 112 | d in shrines; and ev’ry sacred lay,~
40 6, 166 | Safe on my back the sacred burthen brought.~
41 6, 236 | Unknowing whom the sacred Sibyl meant.~
42 6, 285 | glitt’ring shadow gilds the sacred ground.~
43 6, 298 | As, on the sacred oak, the wintry mistletoe,~
44 6, 354 | The sacred priests with ready knives
45 6, 443 | The sacred stream which heav’n’s imperial
46 6, 652 | Antenor’s sons, and Ceres’ sacred priest.~
47 6, 731 | Then thus Deiphobus: “O sacred maid,~
48 6, 912 | To this the sacred poet thus replied:~
49 6, 943 | Your sacred ghost before my sleeping
50 7, 110 | Of incense, from the sacred altar broke,~
51 7, 238 | And here the sacred senators repair;~
52 7, 589 | Old Chalybe, who kept the sacred fane~
53 7, 719 | The sacred lake of Trivia from afar,~
54 7, 781 | Full in the center of the sacred wood~
55 7, 846 | Then, when the sacred senate votes the wars,~
56 7, 854 | Of sacred peace, or loose th’ imprison’
57 8, 98 | And Father Tiber, in thy sacred bed~
58 8, 139 | paid their off’rings in a sacred grove~
59 8, 359 | rais’d this altar in the sacred shade,~
60 8, 447 | Where stood an altar, sacred to the name~
61 8, 453 | A sacred refuge made; with this,
62 8, 462 | Did there amidst the sacred horror dwell.~
63 8, 551 | Sacred to Vulcan’s name, an isle
64 8, 796 | That sacred forest to Silvanus vow’d,~
65 9, 100 | And on the summit rose a sacred grove,~
66 9, 106 | floating forests of the sacred pine;~
67 9, 120 | To seal his sacred vow, by Styx he swore,~
68 9, 139 | Than singe my sacred pines. But you, my charge,~
69 9, 402 | Now by my head, a sacred oath, I swear,~
70 9, 696 | Calliope, begin! Ye sacred Nine,~
71 10, 79 | those recesses, and those sacred bow’rs,~
72 10, 134 | The soft recesses, and the sacred bow’rs.~
73 10, 172 | And shook the sacred honors of his head,~
74 10, 241 | Now, sacred sisters, open all your spring!~
75 10, 439 | Sacred, O Phoebus, from his birth
76 10, 595 | O sacred stream, direct my flying
77 10, 1175| Inviolate, and sacred to the slain.~
78 11, 12 | A trophy sacred to the God of War.~
79 11, 371 | Was hush’d, and sacred silence reign’d around.~
80 11, 727 | censers first they fume the sacred shrine,~
81 11, 1225| Diana’s sacred arms, to save thy life.~
82 11, 1233| Sacred the place, and spread with
83 12, 180 | Then sacred altars rear, on sods of
84 12, 185 | Long twisted wreaths of sacred vervain wear,~
85 12, 300 | I touch the sacred altars, touch the flames,~
86 12, 1112| A sacred shade, a venerable wood,~
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