Book, Verse
1 1, 133 | The face of things a frightful image
2 1, 347 | with that serene indulgent face,~
3 1, 829 | a youthful vigor on his face;~
4 1, 866 | queen stood fix’d upon his face,~
5 1, 929 | should assume the shape and face~
6 1, 960 | assume a boy’s dissembled face;~
7 1, 975 | meantime assum’d his form and face,~
8 2, 376 | the manly features of thy face?’~
9 2, 817 | Not Helen’s face, nor Paris, was in fault;~
10 3, 260 | The face of heav’n is ravish’d from
11 3, 441 | How much of Hector in his face appears?’~
12 3, 540 | waves mount up and wash the face of heav’n.~
13 3, 543 | dashes on the rocks. A human face,~
14 3, 669 | noon, and view’d with equal face~
15 3, 672 | The face of heav’n, and the nocturnal
16 3, 778 | in mien, in habit, and in face,~
17 4, 108 | Still on his face she feeds her famish’d sight;~
18 4, 477 | might express his father’s face;~
19 4, 684 | Full in his face infernal torches toss’d,~
20 4, 721 | A mortal paleness in her face appears:~
21 4, 923 | spots distinguish’d was her face;~
22 5, 17 | night and horror ocean’s face deform.~
23 5, 468 | With this he pointed to his face, and show’d~
24 5, 698 | prince put on a smiling face,~
25 5, 744 | the lovely features of his face,~
26 5, 752 | fears alternate in their face.~
27 5, 805 | In face and shape old Beroe she
28 5, 843 | this, tho’ she belies her face!~
29 5, 846 | rays around her heav’nly face are seen!~
30 5, 1075| fly before their father’s face,~
31 5, 1104| smiles of her dissembling face,~
32 6, 72 | Her color chang’d; her face was not the same,~
33 6, 156 | No frightful face of danger can be new.~
34 6, 406 | brandish’d weapon at their face;~
35 6, 648 | Adrastus with his ghastly face.~
36 6, 661 | Fled from his well-known face, with wonted fear,~
37 6, 667 | Whose face and limbs were one continued
38 6, 933 | giv’n me to behold your face!~
39 6, 949 | said; and falling tears his face bedew:~
40 6, 1001| of sin obscene in ev’ry face appear.~
41 6, 1170| soften into flesh a marble face;~
42 6, 1191| his eyes, dejected was his face.~
43 7, 37 | And from her face the breathing winds were
44 7, 245 | ancient Janus, with his double face,~
45 7, 456 | sister Furies fly her hideous face;~
46 7, 584 | Her face is furrow’d, and her front
47 7, 627 | open all the furies of her face:~
48 7, 902 | mien, and features of the face.~
49 7, 1109| shoulders, and so suits her face;~
50 8, 203 | action, ravish’d with his face:~
51 8, 290 | eyes, and paleness in his face,~
52 8, 397 | Thee, god, no face of danger could affright;~
53 8, 578 | death, and with distorted face.~
54 8, 637 | Were coupled, face to face, and hand to hand,~
55 8, 637 | Were coupled, face to face, and hand to hand,~
56 8, 741 | and tears o’erflow his face.~
57 9, 230 | No fairer face, or sweeter air, could boast—~
58 9, 639 | Was’t on this face my famish’d eyes I fed?~
59 9, 792 | Fair was his face, his eyes inspiring love,)~
60 9, 991 | Far from that hated face the Trojans fly,~
61 9, 1018| Scalp, face, and shoulders the keen
62 10, 186 | Yet in the face of danger some there stood:~
63 10, 201 | His lovely face unarm’d, his head was bare;~
64 10, 482 | throat, directed at his face;~
65 10, 635 | horror sate on each Arcadian face.~
66 10, 989 | His face was flatted, and his helmet
67 10, 1034| turning short, he met him face to face,~
68 10, 1034| short, he met him face to face,~
69 10, 1132| lifted sword springs forth to face the foe;~
70 11, 134 | tears run rolling down his face.~
71 11, 307 | New decks the face of heav’n with starry light.~
72 11, 529 | Dejected grief in ev’ry face appears;~
73 11, 783 | Thou, with thy Volscians, face the Tuscan horse;~
74 11, 912 | The face of heav’n their flying jav’
75 11, 926 | shame, they wheel about and face,~
76 11, 1033| with his blood, besmear his face.~
77 12, 101 | crimson blush her beauteous face o’erspread,~
78 12, 348 | Can we, before the face of heav’n, confess~
79 12, 453 | battle, dash’d it on his face:~
80 12, 784 | Hyllus threaten’d high, and, face to face,~
81 12, 784 | threaten’d high, and, face to face,~
82 12, 890 | shame, are seen in ev’ry face.~
83 12, 946 | Fix’d on his wounded face a shaft he bore,~
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