Book, Verse

 1    1, 781 |                       That thou art swallow’d in the Libyan
 2    1, 946 |       is needful to prevent her art,~
 3    1, 949 |     neither age can change, nor art can cure.~
 4    2, 370 |                                 Art thou so late return’d for
 5    2, 374 |                                 Art thou restor’d to thy declining
 6    2, 939 |         glad presage which thou art pleas’d to send.’~
 7    4, 89  |         rites, alas! what pious art,~
 8    4, 522 |                   False as thou art, and, more than false, forsworn!~
 9    4, 711 |        I am to try this impious art!~
10    4, 829 |          what pow’r soe’er thou art,~
11    5, 328 | Ganymede is wrought with living art,~
12    5, 472 |                     Of wondrous art, by Didymaon wrought,~
13    5, 576 |        are diff’rent, but their art alike.~
14    5, 688 |                     An archer’s art, and boast his twanging
15    5, 780 |    succeeding sons the graceful art;~
16    5, 1093|                Thou, Palinurus, art his destin’d prey;~
17    6, 25  |         o’er the lofty gate his art emboss’d~
18    6, 48  |   father’s grief restrain’d his art.~
19    6, 63  |      and fashion’d by laborious art~
20    6, 222 |                            Thou art foredoom’d to view the Stygian
21    7, 259 |          Yet could not with his art avoid his fate:~
22    7, 262 |      pow’rful herbs, with magic art,~
23    7, 1039|        Marsian herbs, and magic art,~
24    7, 1061|  unhappy founder of the godlike art.~
25    7, 1070|                    His father’s art, and warrior steeds he rein’
26    8, 502 |   humble suit I beg thy needful art,~
27    8, 526 |               Th’ artificer and art you might command,~
28    8, 814 |      made, and Vulcan’s labor’d art.~
29    9, 353 |      costly bowl, ingrav’d with art,~
30    9, 706 |                                 Art, and the nature of the place,
31    9, 896 |        praise, nor envies equal art.~
32   10, 1210|        am I then preserv’d, and art thou lost?~
33   11, 581 |       full of malice mix’d with art,~
34   11, 631 |                  Thou, Drances, art below a death from me.~
35   12, 43  |          and free from fraudful art.~
36   12, 90  |   Within thy breast, since thou art all my hope,~
37   12, 577 |        was at hand to prove his art,~
38   12, 591 |      exercises all his heav’nly art.~
39   12, 596 |       Then to the patron of his art he pray’d:~
40   12, 597 |               The patron of his art refus’d his aid.~
41   12, 621 |    leech, unknowing of superior art~
42   12, 633 |                             Nor art’s effect, but done by hands
43   12, 1320|     force of arms and points of art employ’d,~
44   12, 1371|                   Clad, as thou art, in trophies of my friend?~