Book, Verse
1 1, 357 | Know, I have search’d the mystic
2 1, 465 | Know, gentle youth, in Libyan
3 1, 503 | I know not, if by stress of weather
4 1, 941 | Thou know’st, my son, how Jove’s revengeful
5 2, 14 | disastrous end desire to know,~
6 2, 95 | could impart, we long to know,~
7 2, 139 | you my name and country know;~
8 3, 135 | All are concern’d to know what place the god~
9 3, 333 | But know, that ere your promis’d
10 3, 459 | O thou, who know’st, beyond the reach of
11 4, 125 | nor toils of arms they know;~
12 4, 191 | majestic rider seems to know,~
13 4, 560 | shade thy punishment shall know,~
14 4, 613 | And know the soft approaches to his
15 4, 898 | love, the hostile nations know!~
16 4, 1001| Proserpine and they can only know;~
17 5, 635 | was, by what remains; and know~
18 5, 965 | There shall you know what realms the gods assign,~
19 5, 1107| And, oft betray’d, not know the monster main?”~
20 6, 225 | Besides, you know not, while you here attend,~
21 6, 529 | Know this, the realm of night—
22 6, 657 | hover near, and long to know~
23 6, 691 | You know in what deluding joys we
24 6, 836 | pains; nor farther seek to know~
25 6, 872 | and their own suns, they know;~
26 6, 980 | Know, first, that heav’n, and
27 6, 1106| His lost idea back: I know the Roman king.~
28 6, 1200| Seek not to know,” the ghost replied with
29 7, 131 | consults, the future fates to know,~
30 7, 505 | I know, my dearest lord, the time
31 7, 518 | Know all are foreign, in a larger
32 7, 893 | For well you know, and can record alone,~
33 8, 170 | Undaunted I approach you, tho’ I know~
34 8, 660 | Know this: no native of our land
35 9, 136 | And know, my ships are my peculiar
36 9, 324 | And know the winding course, with
37 9, 729 | Sav’d—how, they know not—from the steepy leap.~
38 9, 825 | what belong to war, they know:~
39 9, 850 | Resign the war to men, who know the martial trade!”~
40 9, 899 | by his arms, their patron know,~
41 10, 316 | They know him from afar; and in a
42 10, 698 | blind in fate, who never know~
43 10, 1177| soul, at least, if shadows know,~
44 10, 1307| Too well I know th’ insulting people’s hate;~
45 11, 435 | We met in fight; I know him, to my cost:~
46 11, 556 | Turnus, I know you think me not your friend,~
47 12, 1150| Divine AEneas, (and thou know’st it too,)~
48 12, 1266| lashing of your wings I know too well,~
49 12, 1349| I know my death deserv’d, nor hope
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