Book, Verse
1 1, 605 | The golden burthen, and their friends
2 1, 626 | d with gifts, and with a golden shrine;~
3 1, 692 | Athwart her breast a golden belt she throws,~
4 1, 915 | robe of tissue, stiff with golden wire;~
5 1, 918 | With golden flow’rs and winding foliage
6 1, 935 | These thoughts by night her golden slumbers broke,~
7 1, 979 | High on a golden bed: her princely guest~
8 1, 1013| The golden bowls with sparkling wine
9 1, 1017| A golden bowl, that shone with gems
10 1, 1039| His golden lyre, and sung what ancient
11 2, 1039| And golden bowls from burning altars
12 3, 455 | And golden bowls with sparkling wine
13 3, 625 | A robe with flow’rs on golden tissue wrought,~
14 4, 82 | And holds the golden goblet in her hands.~
15 4, 193 | And champs the golden bit, and spreads the foam
16 4, 196 | A flow’r’d simar with golden fringe she wore,~
17 4, 197 | And at her back a golden quiver bore;~
18 4, 198 | Her flowing hair a golden caul restrains,~
19 4, 199 | A golden clasp the Tyrian robe sustains.~
20 4, 213 | A golden fillet binds his awful brows;~
21 4, 350 | Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds~
22 4, 704 | She watch’d the golden fruit; her charms unbind~
23 5, 310 | And ruddy wine, from golden goblets thrown,~
24 5, 410 | A golden belt shall gird his manly
25 5, 459 | rous with shaggy mane and golden paws)~
26 5, 748 | With golden bits adorn’d, and purple
27 6, 296 | double tree that bears the golden bough.~
28 6, 551 | mute with awe, to see the golden rod;~
29 6, 727 | The right to Pluto’s golden palace guides;~
30 6, 818 | They lie below, on golden beds display’d;~
31 6, 860 | must we fix on high the golden bough.”~
32 6, 959 | humming bees, that hunt the golden dew;~
33 6, 1070| With golden turrets on her temples crown’
34 7, 192 | thrice he shook aloft a golden cloud.~
35 7, 335 | This golden charger, snatch’d from burning
36 7, 338 | Old Priam, and this golden scepter bore~
37 7, 383 | With golden trappings, glorious to behold,~
38 7, 1111| And in a golden caul the curls are bound.~
39 8, 432 | And hence the golden times deriv’d their name.~
40 8, 488 | with her husband in his golden bed,~
41 8, 876 | And golden chains on their white necks
42 8, 891 | Betwixt the quarters flows a golden sea;~
43 9, 131 | cloud, fring’d round with golden fires,~
44 9, 873 | Apollo then bestrode a golden cloud,~
45 9, 1092| His golden helm gives way, with stony
46 10, 212 | leaves a rich manure of golden sands.~
47 10, 250 | His stern Apollo’s golden statue bore.~
48 10, 379 | the keen glitt’ring of the golden shield.~
49 10, 697 | Those golden spoils, and in a worse he
50 10, 1269| Turn’d as he turn’d: the golden orb withstood~
51 11, 110 | catching fire might burn the golden caul.~
52 11, 862 | Her flowing hair no golden fillet bound;~
53 11, 1139| A golden helm his front and head
54 11, 1143| With golden buckles bound, and gather’
55 11, 1174| On golden spoils, and on her prey
56 11, 1211| A shout, that struck the golden stars, ensued;~
57 12, 138 | Of golden metal those, and mountain
58 12, 247 | Twelve golden beams around his temples
59 12, 1365| The golden belt that glitter’d on his
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