Book, Verse
1 1, 228 | Within a long recess there lies a bay:~
2 1, 420 | in shades of night AEneas lies:~
3 2, 27 | In sight of Troy lies Tenedos, an isle~
4 2, 306 | breach is made; the town lies bare;~
5 2, 762 | On the bleak shore now lies th’ abandon’d king,~
6 2, 825 | disorder’d heap of ruin lies,~
7 3, 143 | In the mid ocean lies, with large command,~
8 3, 617 | At farther distance lies, conceal’d from view.~
9 3, 700 | The land lies open to the raging east,~
10 3, 704 | The port lies hid within; on either side~
11 3, 909 | There lies an isle once call’d th’
12 4, 58 | Here lies a barren waste of thirsty
13 4, 271 | and mingles truth with lies.~
14 5, 34 | Sicilia lies, whose hospitable shores~
15 6, 160 | To hell lies open, and the dark abode~
16 6, 195 | the task and mighty labor lies.~
17 6, 227 | Breathless he lies; and his unburied ghost,~
18 6, 780 | gaping gulf low to the center lies,~
19 6, 909 | lives Anchises, and where lies our way~
20 6, 1238| polish’d iv’ry pass deluding lies.~
21 7, 570 | palace where young Turnus lies.~
22 7, 746 | the rest, the rich Galesus lies;~
23 7, 778 | There lies a lake (Amsanctus is the
24 8, 347 | heap, the breathless robber lies.~
25 8, 563 | pointless thunder now there lies~
26 8, 861 | the town the Tuscan army lies,~
27 8, 956 | flame: before each altar lies,~
28 9, 79 | strong redoubts, their navy lies,~
29 9, 339 | whose welfare in my father lies,”~
30 9, 431 | There lies our way; be thou upon the
31 9, 441 | with his rich retinue, lies.~
32 9, 599 | the Capitol’s foundation lies,~
33 9, 646 | Latian dogs and fowls he lies a prey!~
34 10, 523 | There lies our way, and that our passage
35 10, 884 | if some secret meaning lies beneath,~
36 10, 1023| The prey lies panting underneath his paws:~
37 10, 1029| lance, besmear’d with blood, lies broken in the wound.~
38 10, 1039| the champion of my rebels lies!”~
39 10, 1258| My Lausus lies extended on the plain:~
40 11, 25 | more, for fierce Mezentius lies,~
41 11, 99 | All pale he lies, and looks a lovely flow’
42 11, 127 | Where grov’ling while he lies in deep despair,~
43 11, 226 | corpse; and groaning there he lies,~
44 11, 624 | at Hector’s feet Achilles lies,~
45 11, 791 | hills, a winding valley lies,~
46 11, 822 | his robe the royal infant lies.~
47 11, 990 | Bath’d in his blood he lies, and bites the ground.~
48 11, 1060| With vaunting lies, to thy fallacious sire.”~
49 12, 561 | He lies revers’d; the victor king
50 12, 934 | supine, a manly corpse he lies;~
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