Book, Verse
1 1, 126 | South, East, and West with mix’d confusion roar,~
2 1, 614 | He mix’d, unmark’d, among the busy
3 1, 685 | Mix’d in the bloody battle on
4 2, 422 | The sound of trumpets mix’d with fighting cries.~
5 2, 533 | Mix’d with the Greeks, we go
6 2, 570 | And, mix’d with ooze and sand, pollute
7 2, 1084| Of men and matrons mix’d, of young and old;~
8 3, 134 | A mighty tumult, mix’d with joy, arose.~
9 3, 306 | And mix their loathsome ordures
10 3, 442 | She spoke; and mix’d her speech with mournful
11 4, 156 | To mix the people in one common
12 4, 208 | Where painted Scythians, mix’d with Cretan bands,~
13 4, 594 | Mix’d with the murmurs of the
14 4, 821 | Aloft in air unseen, and mix’d with night.~
15 5, 384 | The Trojans mix’d with the Sicilian band.~
16 5, 809 | Mix’d with the matrons, and
17 5, 969 | He said, and mix’d with shades, and took
18 5, 1033| That mix’d the mounting billows with
19 6, 436 | The tumult mix’d with shrieks, laments,
20 6, 568 | Which, mix’d with pow’rful drugs, she
21 6, 696 | And, mix’d with Trojan dames, the
22 6, 1035| An Alban name, but mix’d with Dardan blood,~
23 6, 1223| Mix’d with the purple roses
24 7, 799 | foreign son is sought, and a mix’d mungril brood.~
25 7, 992 | Mix’d with the natives born
26 7, 1098| Mix’d with the first, the fierce
27 9, 87 | Fat vapors, mix’d with flames, involve the
28 9, 847 | Go, mix’d with eunuchs, in the Mother’
29 10, 147 | Juno. Murmurs rise, with mix’d applause,~
30 10, 289 | An ancient city, but of mix’d descent:~
31 10, 512 | Us’d threat’nings mix’d with pray’rs, his last
32 10, 557 | And grief, with anger mix’d, their minds inflame.~
33 10, 608 | They, and their mix’d allies, now load the plain.~
34 11, 49 | A troop of Trojans mix’d with these appear,~
35 11, 203 | Mix’d in the woods, for fun’
36 11, 221 | And their mix’d mourning rends the vaulted
37 11, 293 | And drums and trumpets mix their mournful sound.~
38 11, 329 | Maids, matrons, widows, mix their common moans;~
39 11, 488 | And their mix’d cattle graze the fruitful
40 11, 581 | words, so full of malice mix’d with art,~
41 11, 1214| Advance to charge; the mix’d Arcadians join.~
42 12, 409 | Born of Arcadian mix’d with Tuscan blood,~
43 12, 805 | In equal ranks, and mix in mortal fight.~
44 12, 970 | And sorrow mix’d with shame, his soul oppress’
45 12, 1216| From blood so mix’d, a pious race shall flow,~
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