Book, Verse
1 1, 369 | his succession shall be fill’d~
2 1, 646 | Our known disasters fill ev’n foreign lands:~
3 1, 733 | Ent’ring, with cries they fill’d the holy fane;~
4 2, 277 | with bloody streaks were fill’d;~
5 2, 491 | The streets are fill’d with frequent funerals;~
6 2, 667 | The house is fill’d with loud laments and
7 2, 675 | and all the apartments fill;~
8 2, 766 | My father’s image fill’d my pious mind,~
9 2, 1029| The house was fill’d with foes, with flames
10 3, 454 | The tables fill’d the spacious hall around,~
11 3, 836 | globe so large, his front it fill’d,~
12 5, 61 | shining circle of the year has fill’d,~
13 5, 142 | shore with acclamations fill,~
14 5, 524 | That fill’d your house, and fame that
15 5, 524 | your house, and fame that fill’d our isle?”~
16 5, 1054| When floods were fill’d with bodies of the slain;~
17 6, 423 | Which fill’d the margin of the fatal
18 6, 880 | and sev’n at once they fill.~
19 6, 989 | And every soul is fill’d with equal flame;~
20 6, 1034| first in order sent, to fill thy place;~
21 6, 1206| What groans of men shall fill the Martian field!~
22 7, 23 | Fill the sad isle with horror
23 7, 53 | And fill his soul with thy celestial
24 7, 626 | curling snakes with hissings fill the place,~
25 7, 749 | bleating flocks, his pastures fill’d;~
26 7, 794 | Shrieks, clamors, murmurs, fill the frighted town.~
27 8, 281 | who miss’d their mates, fill’d all around~
28 8, 363 | Fill high the goblets with a
29 8, 975 | With joy and wonder fill the hero’s thought.~
30 9, 99 | With firs and maples fill’d, a shady wood;~
31 9, 104 | Now, fill’d with fear, on their behalf
32 9, 212 | legions all the rampires fill’d.~
33 9, 388 | Be you her comfort; fill my vacant place~
34 9, 603 | they went, the troops were fill’d,~
35 9, 673 | These fill the ditch; those pull the
36 9, 769 | The ditch with fagots fill’d, the daring foe~
37 9, 978 | fear and wild confusion fill’d,~
38 9, 1095| and round with jav’lins fill’d.~
39 10, 34 | The town is fill’d with slaughter, and o’
40 11, 222 | The town is fill’d with tumult and with tears,~
41 11, 374 | place desir’d; with wonder fill’d,~
42 11, 454 | A jarring murmur fill’d the factious court:~
43 11, 489 | Those mountains fill’d with firs, that lower
44 11, 618 | Meantime proceed to fill the people’s ears~
45 11, 653 | With equal fires they fill’d the shining plain;~
46 12, 603 | The camp is fill’d with terror and affright:~
47 12, 1232| mortal men with fears to fill,~
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