Book, Verse
1 1, 4 | both by sea and land, he bore,~
2 1, 162 | Orontes’ bark, that bore the Lycian crew,~
3 1, 446 | painted quiver at her back she bore;~
4 1, 874 | same AEneas whom fair Venus bore~
5 1, 921 | Priam’s eldest daughter bore,~
6 1, 984 | handmaids in long order bore~
7 2, 48 | wat’ry deep; at least to bore~
8 2, 363 | wounds he for his country bore~
9 2, 989 | darts and shock of lances bore,~
10 3, 180 | promis’d land at length we bore,~
11 3, 354 | land which dire Ulysses bore.~
12 3, 371 | shield which vanquish’d Abas bore;~
13 3, 660 | Ceraunian rocks our course we bore;~
14 3, 824 | Not unreveng’d Ulysses bore their fate,~
15 3, 833 | To bore his eyeball with a flaming
16 4, 197 | her back a golden quiver bore;~
17 4, 860 | burthen of his feeble father bore!~
18 5, 50 | either hand a pointed jav’lin bore.~
19 5, 154 | Bore Mnestheus, author of the
20 5, 158 | three degrees the sailors bore;~
21 5, 339 | mail, which brave Demoleus bore,~
22 5, 548 | I bear your brother Eryx bore,~
23 5, 624 | faithful friends unhappy Dares bore:~
24 5, 648 | Sergesthus’ shatter’d galley bore~
25 5, 729 | backs their gilded quivers bore;~
26 5, 740 | his front a snowy star he bore.~
27 6, 19 | limbs on jointed pinions bore,~
28 6, 169 | And bore beyond the strength decrepid
29 6, 305 | Then to the Sibyl’s palace bore the prize.~
30 6, 332 | tomb, whose top a trumpet bore,~
31 6, 433 | those, the surly boatman bore:~
32 6, 463 | steering view’d the stars, and bore~
33 6, 486 | mounting wave my head I bore,~
34 6, 690 | bear below, the marks I bore above.~
35 7, 235 | monarchs march’d; the lictors bore~
36 7, 338 | and this golden scepter bore~
37 7, 511 | d Helen from her husband bore.~
38 7, 922 | long piles and jav’lins bore;~
39 7, 1045| in Egerian groves Aricia bore,~
40 7, 1054| crimes th’ unhappy hunter bore,~
41 8, 183 | Cyllene’s top fair Maia bore.~
42 8, 440 | tyrant’s fate, his name it bore.~
43 8, 641 | patience, tir’d, no longer bore~
44 8, 770 | His servants bore him off, and softly laid~
45 9, 153 | Turnus alone, undaunted, bore the shock,~
46 9, 379 | sure the best that ever bore the name—~
47 9, 1103| god the welcome burthen bore,~
48 10, 250 | stern Apollo’s golden statue bore.~
49 10, 270 | And bore, with wings display’d, a
50 10, 294 | Mincius from his sire Benacus bore:~
51 10, 317 | Inclose the ship that bore the Trojan king.~
52 10, 532 | And bore amidst the thickest of the
53 10, 902 | Dardan arms, the phantom bore~
54 10, 923 | old Clusium King Osinius bore:~
55 10, 1270| The strokes, and bore about an iron wood.~
56 11, 55 | Pallas in his manly bosom bore,~
57 11, 212 | triumphs on distended pinions bore.~
58 11, 299 | which in luckless fight they bore,~
59 11, 832 | lance of well-boil’d oak he bore;~
60 11, 1094| athwart his own, in triumph bore.~
61 11, 1118| Strong Tarchon snatch’d and bore away his prize.~
62 11, 1235| king that once in Latium bore the sway.~
63 12, 145 | pillar, which the ceiling bore,~
64 12, 310 | this royal scepter” (for he bore~
65 12, 439 | with a shock encount’ring, bore him down.~
66 12, 522 | This son of Dolon bore his grandsire’s name,~
67 12, 560 | The chariot bore him backward on the plain.~
68 12, 748 | Theban blood, whom Peridia bore.~
69 12, 780 | he fell; the wheels, that bore~
70 12, 946 | wounded face a shaft he bore,~
71 12, 1000| Should’ring and shoving, bore the squadrons down.~
72 12, 1069| the fated sword his father bore,~
73 12, 1339| The lance drove on, and bore the death along.~
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