Book, Verse

 1    1, 396 |                          Then dire debate and impious war shall
 2    1, 490 |                       And the dire secret of his house reveals,~
 3    1, 1005|                           How dire a god, she drew so near
 4    2, 25  |          With inward arms the dire machine they load,~
 5    2, 158 | Dismay’d, and fearful of some dire event,~
 6    2, 171 |     Already some presag’d the dire event,~
 7    2, 266 |     Concurring to produce the dire event.~
 8    2, 322 |                Then place the dire portent within the tow’r.~
 9    2, 341 |                           And dire Ulysses down the cable slide:~
10    2, 843 |                       And the dire forms of hostile gods appear.~
11    2, 900 |       the sire himself to the dire altar drew.~
12    2, 979 |                            Of dire debate, and blood in battle
13    3, 277 |                           The dire abode where the foul Harpies
14    3, 354 |      And curse the land which dire Ulysses bore.~
15    3, 469 |                      But only dire Celaeno, from the gods,~
16    3, 823 |                     While the dire glutton grinds the trembling
17    3, 938 |                           And dire Celaeno, whose foreboding
18    4, 655 |     And loathes to live. Then dire portents she sees,~
19    4, 661 |                          This dire presage, to her alone reveal’
20    4, 724 |                Nor thought so dire a rage possess’d her mind.~
21    4, 811 |       And thou shalt find the dire effects too late;~
22    4, 881 |    His peaceful entrance with dire arms oppose:~
23    4, 930 |                    Not for so dire an enterprise design’d).~
24    5, 3   |   casting back his eyes, with dire amaze,~
25    5, 10  |                               Dire auguries from hence the
26    5, 689 |    The feather’d arrow gave a dire portent,~
27    5, 1095|                               Dire dreams to thee, and iron
28    6, 202 |                     But if so dire a love your soul invades,~
29    6, 513 |           This comfort of thy dire misfortune take:~
30    6, 628 |       should urge you to this dire relief.~
31    6, 674 |       what hand inflict, this dire disgrace?~
32    6, 749 |                           And dire Tisiphone there keeps the
33    6, 761 |      me trembling thro’ these dire abodes,~
34    7, 87  |                           But dire portents the purpos’d match
35    7, 121 |   Latinus, frighted with this dire ostent,~
36    7, 302 |                           How dire a tempest, from Mycenae
37    7, 310 |                     From that dire deluge, thro’ the wat’ry
38    7, 452 |                        Of her dire sisters, and their dark
39    7, 693 |                       But the dire fiend the fatal arrow guides,~
40    7, 758 |                           The dire debate, nor you command
41    7, 842 |  Before his temple stand: the dire abode,~
42   10, 573 |      pastor, pleas’d with his dire victory,~
43   10, 590 |                               Dire destiny laid hold upon the
44   10, 703 |                 And curse the dire remembrance of the day.~
45   10, 1202|                           The dire event, with a foreboding
46   11, 853 |                He shunn’d the dire society of men.~
47   12, 506 |                               Dire faces, and deform’d) surround
48   12, 878 |                  And owns the dire effects of her ungovern’
49   12, 1238|      To fright Juturna with a dire portent.~