Book, Verse
1 1, 140 | could not I by that strong arm be slain,~
2 1, 431 | Arm’d with two pointed darts,
3 2, 665 | Arm’d soldiers now by trembling
4 2, 698 | Loaded, not arm’d, he creeps along with
5 2, 913 | Arm’d once again, my glitt’ring
6 3, 314 | with swords and bucklers arm.~
7 3, 677 | And bright Orion, arm’d with burnish’d gold.~
8 4, 360 | Thus arm’d, the god begins his airy
9 4, 834 | His thund’ring arm divides the many-twisted
10 4, 849 | Shall we not arm? not rush from ev’ry street,~
11 5, 88 | strong, with iron gauntlets arm’d, shall stand~
12 5, 522 | who taught your thund’ring arm the game?~
13 5, 550 | sustain’d th’ Herculean arm;~
14 5, 621 | Have giv’n his arm superior force to thine.~
15 5, 719 | And lead his equals arm’d in just array.”~
16 5, 1068| Thus having arm’d with hopes her anxious
17 6, 178 | If Orpheus, arm’d with his enchanting lyre,~
18 6, 269 | Arm’d like the rest the Trojan
19 6, 565 | His crested snakes, and arm’d his bristling hair.~
20 6, 801 | Bar’d his red arm, and, launching from the
21 7, 604 | Haste; arm your Ardeans; issue to the
22 7, 705 | Arm’d with a knotty club another
23 7, 764 | Of arm’d invasion, and embrace
24 7, 782 | An arm arises of the Stygian flood,~
25 7, 933 | Arm’d Argive horse they led,
26 7, 1013| And on their warding arm light bucklers bear.~
27 8, 391 | Nor thy resistless arm the bull withstood,~
28 8, 850 | Both arm’d, with each a charger in
29 8, 878 | And their left arm sustains a length of shield.~
30 9, 43 | Arm! arm! and man the works!
31 9, 43 | Arm! arm! and man the works! prepare
32 9, 85 | hand with kindled firs is arm’d.~
33 9, 212 | And with arm’d legions all the rampires
34 9, 414 | Thus arm’d they went. The noble Trojans
35 9, 921 | Arm’d, on the right and on the
36 10, 85 | Arm’d with his gods, and loaded
37 10, 109 | The Tuscan aid, and arm a quiet land?~
38 10, 209 | And death with poison arm’d—in Lydia born,~
39 10, 293 | Hate to Mezentius arm’d five hundred more,~
40 10, 342 | First arm thy soldiers for th’ ensuing
41 10, 473 | His right arm pierc’d, and holding on,
42 10, 674 | See now,” said he, “whose arm is better strung.”~
43 10, 762 | Both shield and arm to ground together go.~
44 10, 974 | Jove’s impulse, Mezentius arm’d,~
45 11, 163 | And arm’d against an unoffending
46 11, 437 | what a spring was in his arm, to throw!~
47 11, 689 | are bold; all in confusion arm.~
48 11, 994 | His arm to prop his friend, the
49 11, 1286| Arm’d on the tow’rs, the common
50 12, 27 | This arm unaided shall assert your
51 12, 80 | This arm, this lance, can well dispute
52 12, 187 | The Latin legion, arm’d with pointed spears;~
53 12, 403 | Pois’d in his lifted arm, his lance he threw.~
54 12, 450 | Priest Corynaeus, arm’d his better hand,~
55 12, 1004| First stretching out his arm, in sign of peace,~
56 12, 1160| And arm a conquer’d wretch against
57 12, 1338| as a whirlwind, from an arm so strong,~
58 12, 1374| He rais’d his arm aloft, and, at the word,~
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