Book, Verse

 1    1, 620 |     earth a courser’s head they drew,~
 2    1, 676 |       the Trojan walls Achilles drew~
 3    1, 681 |                                 Drew sighs and groans from the
 4    1, 768 |        Or nobler warrior, never drew a sword;~
 5    1, 1005|             How dire a god, she drew so near her breast;~
 6    2, 220 |     fatal image from the temple drew,~
 7    2, 460 |        my mien, and to my party drew;~
 8    2, 900 |       himself to the dire altar drew.~
 9    3, 757 |       fell, th’ avenging father drew~
10    4, 786 |                               I drew reluctant from their native
11    4, 925 |        she gaz’d, with pain she drew her breath,~
12    4, 1004|                             And drew a thousand colors from the
13    5, 227 | trembling dotard to the deck he drew;~
14    5, 248 |         flaming walls of Troy I drew.~
15    5, 497 |                             And drew the wonder of the gazing
16    5, 692 |      following flames ascending drew:~
17    5, 838 |         pile a flaming fire she drew,~
18    5, 881 |                              He drew his glitt’ring helmet from
19    6, 793 |      wretch four fiery coursers drew:~
20    7, 72  |   Faunus came from Picus: Picus drew~
21    7, 232 |        o’erlook’d the town, and drew the sight;~
22    8, 294 |         on his back the door he drew~
23    9, 407 |          From his broad belt he drew a shining sword,~
24    9, 437 |     heaving from his breast, he drew his breath;~
25    9, 758 |         downward by the feet he drew~
26    9, 853 |    stretch of both his hands he drew,~
27    9, 1028|       jav’lins from the dead he drew,~
28    9, 1038|       right, his sword the hero drew,~
29   10, 475 |   Numitor from his dead brother drew~
30   10, 668 |    thrown, his shining fauchion drew~
31   10, 671 |        first to nearer distance drew,~
32   10, 803 |    Niphaeus, whom four coursers drew.~
33   10, 995 |      his birth from fair Theano drew,~
34   10, 1049|       from the wound the weapon drew.~
35   10, 1057|      Lycaon’s blood his lineage drew.~
36   10, 1119|                   His faunchion drew, to closer fight address’
37   10, 1200|                             And drew a bloody trail along the
38   11, 857 |                              He drew, and thro’ her lips the
39   11, 923 |         to their own walls they drew;~
40   11, 951 |       pierc’d Iolas first; then drew~
41   11, 992 |       as the slacken’d reins he drew~
42   11, 1220|       bottom of her breast, she drew~
43   11, 1249|       her breast, so strong she drew;~
44   12, 711 |         the prince, one dart he drew,~
45   12, 1001|         onward, to the walls he drew,~
46   12, 1280|                             She drew a length of sighs; nor more