Book, Verse
1 1, 406 | High on a trophy rais’d, of useless arms,~
2 1, 634 | expecting there the queen, he rais’d~
3 1, 812 | Rais’d in his mind the Trojan
4 1, 885 | own ancestry from Trojans rais’d.~
5 1, 1032| And rais’d it to her mouth with sober
6 2, 41 | The pile by Pallas rais’d to ruin Troy.~
7 2, 60 | Or ’t is an engine rais’d above the town,~
8 2, 144 | Rais’d expectations in our longing
9 2, 155 | this stupendous pile was rais’d:~
10 2, 202 | some religious end, you rais’d the pile?’~
11 2, 246 | We rais’d and dedicate this wondrous
12 2, 314 | Thus rais’d aloft, and then descending
13 2, 646 | Reflect the sun; and rais’d on spires he rides;~
14 3, 390 | Green altars, rais’d of turf, with gifts she
15 3, 802 | The good Anchises rais’d him with his hand;~
16 4, 940 | lofty city by my hands is rais’d,~
17 5, 181 | Is rais’d by turns with hope, by
18 5, 299 | Rais’d with success, the Dolphin
19 5, 1032| You saw the storm she rais’d on Libyan floods,~
20 6, 664 | They rais’d a feeble cry, with trembling
21 6, 744 | the fronting gate, and, rais’d on high~
22 6, 1204| The gods too high had rais’d the Roman state,~
23 7, 353 | At length he rais’d his cheerful head, and
24 7, 569 | Rais’d on her dusky wings, she
25 7, 650 | threat’ning embassy; then rais’d the rest,~
26 8, 188 | Rais’d by these hopes, I sent
27 8, 238 | A maple throne, rais’d higher from the ground,~
28 8, 359 | Who rais’d this altar in the sacred
29 8, 553 | Rais’d high on smoking rocks;
30 9, 436 | His head rais’d high on tapestry beneath,~
31 9, 510 | These men go there;” then rais’d his voice aloud:~
32 9, 620 | Rais’d high on pointed spears—
33 9, 962 | Rais’d on the seas, the surges
34 10, 60 | Alecto, rais’d by her, with rage inflames~
35 10, 1222| not long.” With that he rais’d from ground~
36 10, 1280| wounded steed curvets, and, rais’d upright,~
37 11, 1 | SCARCE had the rosy Morning rais’d her head~
38 11, 658 | Some, rais’d aloft, come tumbling down
39 11, 827 | Rais’d o’er the borders with
40 12, 8 | And rais’d his haughty soul to meet
41 12, 657 | cloud of blinding dust is rais’d around,~
42 12, 978 | hands on beams and rafters rais’d;~
43 12, 1058| Rais’d on the stretch, young
44 12, 1374| He rais’d his arm aloft, and, at
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