Book, Verse

 1    1, 876 |       It calls into my mind, tho’ then a child,~
 2    2, 101 |                              Tho’ plung’d by Fortune’s pow’
 3    2, 399 |        The noise approaches, tho’ our palace stood~
 4    2, 852 |      united force it yields, tho’ late,~
 5    2, 907 |        Haste! gird my sword, tho’ spent and overcome:~
 6    3, 548 |          And coast Pachynus, tho’ with more delay,~
 7    3, 579 |                              Tho’ thy companions chide thy
 8    3, 580 |                              Tho’ summon’d to the seas, tho’
 9    3, 580 |   Tho’ summon’d to the seas, tho’ pleasing gales~
10    3, 810 |                    The cave, tho’ large, was dark; the dismal
11    4, 359 |                    And eyes, tho’ clos’d in death, restores
12    4, 446 |        Not worth preventing, tho’ too well foreseen?~
13    4, 482 |                              Tho’ heaving in his heart; and
14    4, 568 |             But good AEneas, tho’ he much desir’d~
15    4, 570 |                              Tho’ much he mourn’d, and labor’
16    5, 25  |                              Tho’ Jove himself should promise
17    5, 67  |                              Tho’ banish’d to Gaetulia’s
18    5, 254 |                              Tho’ yet—but ah! that haughty
19    5, 420 |                The next, but tho’ the next, yet far disjoin’
20    5, 711 |                              Tho’ he transfix’d the pigeon
21    5, 843 |               No Beroe this, tho’ she belies her face!~
22    6, 405 |                              Tho’ seiz’d with sudden fear,
23    6, 1054|                              Tho’ now they lie obscure, and
24    6, 1094|                          Not tho’ the brazen-footed hind
25    7, 283 |  Arunci told, that Dardanus, tho’ born~
26    8, 170 |    Undaunted I approach you, tho’ I know~
27    8, 172 |                  From Atreus tho’ your ancient lineage came,~
28    8, 209 |                         Long tho’ it be, ’t is fresh within
29    8, 498 |                              Tho’ much I ow’d to Priam’s
30    8, 685 |                              Tho’ few, a warlike and well-chosen
31    9, 49  |                         Nor, tho’ provok’d, in open fields
32    9, 180 |    fate and them; when Troy, tho’ built~
33    9, 481 |           The bold Euryalus, tho’ loth, obey’d.~
34    9, 628 |                              Tho’ then disguis’d in death,
35    9, 756 |      Fool!” said the chief, “tho’ fleeter than the wind,~
36    9, 1035|                     At last, tho’ late, by Lynceus he was
37   10, 189 |            Young Haemon, and tho’ young, resolv’d to die.~
38   11, 526 |              Fear set apart, tho’ death is in my way)~
39   11, 1109| Resists the royal hawk; and, tho’ oppress’d,~
40   11, 1172|          Th’ unhappy virgin, tho’ concern’d the most,~
41   12, 306 |                          Not tho’ the circling seas should
42   12, 308 |                          Not tho’ the lamps of heav’n their
43   12, 1079|              AEneas hastens, tho’ with heavier pace—~
44   12, 1106|                  With vigor, tho’ diminish’d of his force.~
45   12, 1272|                              Tho’ born to death, not privileg’