Book, Verse
1 1, 446 | A painted quiver at her back she bore;~
2 2, 741 | And sent me back in safety from his tent.’~
3 2, 901 | goddess mother, give me back to Fate;~
4 2, 982 | spoils; then, on my bending back,~
5 3, 820 | Stretch’d on his back, he dash’d against the stones~
6 3, 903 | And drove us back where swift Pantagias flows.~
7 4, 197 | And at her back a golden quiver bore;~
8 4, 363 | Whose brawny back supports the starry skies;~
9 5, 3 | Then, casting back his eyes, with dire amaze,~
10 5, 114 | Blue was his breadth of back, but streak’d with scaly
11 5, 356 | Brought back his galley shatter’d with
12 5, 498 | His brawny back and ample breast he shows,~
13 5, 684 | And renders back the weapon in the wound.~
14 6, 166 | Safe on my back the sacred burthen brought.~
15 6, 1106| His lost idea back: I know the Roman king.~
16 8, 119 | He roll’d his river back, and pois’d he stood,~
17 8, 130 | Look’d back, and doubted in the middle
18 8, 294 | His body, on his back the door he drew~
19 8, 308 | from behind the mountain’s back;~
20 8, 732 | A lion’s hide his back and limbs infold,~
21 8, 839 | d secure, while, bending back her head,~
22 9, 152 | Call’d back his waters to their oozy
23 9, 279 | Or buy it back, and fun’ral rites bestow.~
24 9, 531 | take?” Again he ventures back,~
25 9, 554 | Impetuous on the back of Sulmo drove;~
26 9, 588 | Borne back and bor’d by his surrounding
27 9, 972 | weight press lighter on his back.~
28 9, 1065| with slow paces measures back the field,~
29 9, 1070| They shout: they bear him back; and, whom by might~
30 9, 1079| Moves tardy back, and just recedes from fight.~
31 10, 93 | And give them back to war, and all the woes
32 10, 373 | Till, looking back, the Trojan fleet he view’
33 10, 422 | She breaks her back; the loosen’d sides give
34 10, 426 | And ebbing tides bear back upon th’ uncertain sand.~
35 10, 640 | Bending his neck, and spurning back the sand—~
36 10, 705 | Bear back the breathless body on a
37 10, 729 | spare my life, and send me back to see~
38 10, 771 | Bears back his feeble foe; then, pressing
39 10, 932 | And measures back with speed her former way.~
40 10, 1032| Nor thought the dastard’s back deserv’d a wound,~
41 10, 1233| thou either shalt bring back the head~
42 11, 74 | To send him back his portion of the war,~
43 11, 93 | To bear him back and share Evander’s grief:~
44 11, 179 | Bear this message back, with ample leave,~
45 11, 702 | Casts back a scornful glance, and quits
46 11, 733 | Turnus arms for fight. His back and breast~
47 11, 865 | Her back and shoulders, fasten’d
48 11, 936 | And swallow back the sand and stones they
49 11, 1006| O’er his broad back an ox’s hide was thrown;~
50 12, 1274| Take back your envious bribes, and
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