Book, Verse
1 1, 267 | Nor ceas’d his arrows, till the shady plain~
2 1, 362 | Till, after ev’ry foe subdued,
3 1, 727 | Impatient till they told their present
4 1, 889 | Till Heav’n afforded me this
5 1, 1037| Till he the bottom of the brimmer
6 2, 135 | Till Calchas was by force and
7 2, 175 | Till, tir’d, with endless clamors
8 2, 238 | Till first they sail’d for Greece;
9 2, 658 | Till from the posts the brazen
10 2, 978 | Till in some living stream I
11 2, 992 | Till, near the ruin’d gate arriv’
12 2, 1006| knew not, or reflected, till I meet~
13 3, Arg | very surprising adventures, till at length he lands on Sicily,
14 3, 101 | It floated once, till Phoebus fix’d the sides~
15 3, 152 | Till Cybele, the mother of the
16 3, 187 | The youth begin to till the labor’d land;~
17 3, 428 | Till young Orestes, pierc’d with
18 3, 456 | days we pass’d in mirth, till friendly gales,~
19 4, 70 | Till storms and winter winds
20 4, 378 | Till, having pass’d the seas,
21 4, 471 | Or till Hyarba shall in triumph
22 4, 628 | Till my soft soul be temper’d
23 5, 11 | Till neither fires nor shining
24 6, 43 | Till the kind artist, mov’d with
25 6, 284 | And lead my footsteps, till the branch be found,~
26 6, 365 | Nor ended till the next returning sun.~
27 6, 516 | Till they propitiate thy offended
28 6, 677 | Till tir’d, not forc’d, a glorious
29 6, 734 | To pay my penance till my years expire.~
30 6, 1005| Till all the dregs are drain’
31 6, 1245| Still coasting, till he gain’d Cajeta’s bay.~
32 7, 261 | Till love, refus’d, converted
33 7, 739 | Till, by the fury of the storm
34 7, 750 | lands a hundred yoke of oxen till’d.~
35 7, 962 | Who till Fescennian or Flavinian
36 7, 1004| Who till the Massic soil, for wine
37 8, 146 | Till dauntless Pallas reassur’
38 8, 342 | Half sing’d, half stifled, till he grasps his prey.~
39 8, 440 | Till, from the tyrant’s fate,
40 8, 537 | Till in her lap infus’d, he lay
41 8, 630 | Till curs’d Mezentius, in a fatal
42 8, 638 | Till, chok’d with stench, in
43 8, 749 | Till the last ebbing soul return’
44 9, 338 | And young Ascanius till his manhood owe.”~
45 9, 455 | More lucky, had it lasted till the day.~
46 9, 493 | Till, by the conqu’ring Ardean
47 9, 527 | Till, turning at the length,
48 9, 720 | Till, crowding to the corners
49 9, 833 | We plow and till in arms; our oxen feel,~
50 10, 328 | Till Turnus, as at anchor fix’
51 10, 373 | Till, looking back, the Trojan
52 10, 1107| Till, tir’d with toils, fair
53 11, 223 | Till the loud clamors reach Evander’
54 11, 228 | sighs and sobs succeed; till sorrow breaks~
55 11, 306 | Ling’ring along the shore, till dewy night~
56 11, 357 | And, till AEneas shall Lavinia wed,~
57 11, 487 | Rutulians and Auruncans till,~
58 11, 713 | Dismiss’d the council till a fitter time,~
59 11, 926 | Till, seiz’d, with shame, they
60 11, 1175| Till in her pap the winged weapon
61 11, 1217| Unmov’d a while, till, prostrate on the plain,~
62 11, 1248| Till the far distant horns approach’
63 11, 1276| Rush on for entrance, till they choke the gate.~
64 12, 836 | Then shall I wait till Turnus will be slain?~
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