Book, Verse
1 1, 313 | from tears, her heav’nly sire bespoke:~
2 1, 683 | And his old sire his helpless hand extend.~
3 2, 189 | tender infants, or my careful sire,~
4 2, 735 | his—not he, thy vaunted sire,~
5 2, 748 | he dragg’d the trembling sire,~
6 2, 838 | your trembling spouse and sire attend:~
7 2, 900 | And then the sire himself to the dire altar
8 2, 919 | Shew’d me my feeble sire and tender son:~
9 2, 1017| My sire, my son, my country gods
10 2, 1094| loaded, up the hill convey my sire.”~
11 3, 17 | My sire, my son, our less and greater
12 3, 108 | Who saw my sire the Delian shore ascend,~
13 3, 227 | Rise, and thy sire with these glad tidings
14 3, 238 | cheerful, to my good old sire I run,~
15 3, 602 | Nor was my sire forgotten, nor my friends;~
16 3, 606 | Meantime, my sire commands to hoist our sails,~
17 3, 688 | My sire Anchises crown’d a cup with
18 4, 288 | Ammon’s honor, his celestial sire;~
19 4, 299 | with pray’rs implor’d his sire divine:~
20 4, 864 | the reeking boy before the sire.~
21 5, 52 | His sire Crinisus, a Sicilian flood.~
22 5, 705 | Thracian Cisseus gave my sire of old:~
23 5, 707 | Which to my second sire I justly give.”~
24 6, 497 | By your dead sire, and by your living son,~
25 6, 545 | Is sent to seek his sire in your Elysian grove.~
26 6, 966 | Then thus the sire: “The souls that throng
27 6, 1025| Survey,” pursued the sire, “this airy throng,~
28 6, 1058| And like his sire in arms he shall appear.~
29 6, 1061| His sire already signs him for the
30 7, 108 | gods, and stood beside her sire,~
31 7, 190 | And last his sire below, and mother queen
32 7, 334 | small remains of what his sire possess’d.~
33 7, 388 | stole from her celestial sire,~
34 7, 517 | Your sire, and you, resolve on foreign
35 7, 900 | rank, and next his sullen sire;~
36 7, 905 | His sire unworthy of so brave a son;~
37 7, 955 | great Neptune was his sire,)~
38 7, 1044| Fam’d as his sire, and, as his mother, fair;~
39 7, 1081| And on the brims her sire, the wat’ry god,~
40 8, 182 | Your sire is Mercury, whom long before~
41 8, 262 | plague begot; and, like his sire,~
42 8, 409 | young Pallas and his aged sire,~
43 9, 350 | My conqu’ring sire at sack’d Arisba gain’d;~
44 9, 889 | to rule Ascanius, by his sire:~
45 10, 7 | Then thus th’ almighty sire began: “Ye gods,~
46 10, 85 | gods, and loaded with his sire;~
47 10, 294 | Whom Mincius from his sire Benacus bore:~
48 10, 516 | By my great sire, by his establish’d name,~
49 10, 587 | in future fates, Halesus’ sire~
50 10, 662 | Nor I, his mighty sire, could ward the blow.~
51 10, 685 | Such as the sire deserv’d, the son I send;~
52 10, 707 | With praises, to thy sire, at once deplor’d!~
53 10, 730 | My longing sire, and tender progeny!~
54 10, 768 | nymph his mother, and his sire a god.~
55 10, 997 | produc’d young Paris to his sire:~
56 10, 1260| The wretched sire is murther’d in the son.~
57 11, 81 | And yet, unhappy sire, thou shalt not see~
58 11, 839 | Sent by her sire, this dedicated maid!~
59 11, 1060| lies, to thy fallacious sire.”~
60 11, 1277| sight of home, the wretched sire~
61 12, 142 | fauchion labor’d for the hero’s sire;~
62 12, 343 | Was his great sire, and he his greater son.~
63 12, 582 | His aged sire, now sinking to the grave,~
64 12, 1233| Whene’er the moody sire, to wreak his hate~
65 12, 1353| Pity my sire, now sinking to the grave;~
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