Book, Verse
1 1, 438 | Loose was her hair, and wanton’d in the wind;~
2 1, 557 | refulgent, and dishevel’d hair,~
3 1, 667 | Hung by the neck and hair, and dragg’d around:~
4 1, 673 | breasts, they rend their hair,~
5 2, 182 | cakes, and fillets for my hair.~
6 2, 362 | His hair and beard stood stiffen’
7 2, 544 | dragg’d by her dishevel’d hair,~
8 2, 754 | he twisted in his hoary hair;~
9 2, 765 | Congeal with fear, my hair with horror stood:~
10 2, 934 | sacred fire, and slake his hair;~
11 2, 1051| bristles rose my stiffen’d hair.~
12 3, 40 | Mute and amaz’d, my hair with terror stood;~
13 3, 69 | and in bristles rose my hair.~
14 3, 92 | eyes dejected, and with hair unbound.~
15 3, 232 | In perfect view, their hair with fillets tied;)~
16 4, 198 | Her flowing hair a golden caul restrains,~
17 4, 212 | wreaths of bays his length of hair inclose;~
18 4, 405 | tongue, and upright stood his hair.~
19 4, 737 | priestess enters, with her hair unbound,~
20 4, 752 | gather’d gown, and loose her hair.~
21 4, 846 | trembling breast, and tore her hair.~
22 4, 967 | breast, and rends her yellow hair,~
23 4, 1000| had not cut the topmost hair,~
24 4, 1008| spoke, she cut the fatal hair:~
25 5, 224 | Cried out for anger, and his hair he tore.~
26 5, 841 | reverenc’d for her hoary hair,~
27 6, 74 | Her hair stood up; convulsive rage
28 6, 351 | Then cuts the curling hair; that first oblation burns,~
29 6, 565 | and arm’d his bristling hair.~
30 7, 90 | divine were paid; whose holy hair~
31 7, 111 | Caught her dishevel’d hair and rich attire;~
32 7, 548 | For thee she feeds her hair, she leads thy dance,~
33 7, 553 | wanton winds their flowing hair,~
34 7, 563 | fillets, loose your flowing hair,~
35 7, 587 | Her hoary hair with holy fillets bound,~
36 7, 802 | his dances with dishevel’d hair,~
37 7, 1110| head with ringlets of her hair is crown’d,~
38 8, 875 | dissembled well their yellow hair,~
39 9, 635 | flying darts; she rends her hair,~
40 10, 202 | er his shoulders hung his hair.~
41 10, 277 | to snowy plumes his hoary hair,~
42 11, 50 | matrons with dishevel’d hair.~
43 11, 109 | That, when the yellow hair in flame should fall,~
44 11, 128 | breast, and rends his hoary hair.~
45 11, 862 | Her flowing hair no golden fillet bound;~
46 11, 955 | with a length of yellow hair:~
47 12, 155 | in the dust, his frizzled hair to soil,~
48 12, 184 | their linen hoods and shaded hair,~
49 12, 236 | Thrice tore her hair, and beat her comely breast.~
50 12, 261 | foreheads, and he clips their hair.~
51 12, 314 | keen ax, dishonor’d of its hair,~
52 12, 548 | His crest of horses’ hair is blown behind~
53 12, 885 | Lavinia rends her yellow hair~
54 12, 1228| and crown’d with hissing hair.~
55 12, 1255| Chok’d was his voice; his hair with horror stood.~
56 12, 1259| beat, and rent her flowing hair.~
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