Book, Verse
1 1, 829 | And breath’d a youthful vigor on his
2 2, 615 | in courage with recover’d breath,~
3 2, 872 | hands suffice to stop my breath;~
4 3, 673 | And listen’d ev’ry breath of air to try;~
5 4, 486 | While vital breath inspires this mortal frame.~
6 4, 753 | summon’d, with her dying breath,~
7 4, 876 | invok’d with Dido’s dying breath,~
8 4, 925 | with pain she drew her breath,~
9 4, 983 | hers, and catch the flying breath.”~
10 5, 573 | He heaves for breath, he staggers to and fro,~
11 5, 611 | nor stays; nor rest nor breath allows;~
12 5, 946 | spoke: “O more than vital breath,~
13 6, 170 | Oft, since he breath’d his last, in dead of night~
14 6, 277 | forest; since the Sibyl’s breath~
15 6, 618 | queen! then is the common breath~
16 6, 769 | first moment of his vital breath,~
17 6, 955 | Plays with a passing breath, and whispers thro’ the
18 6, 977 | covet lazy limbs and mortal breath?”~
19 6, 986 | Hence men and beasts the breath of life obtain,~
20 7, 387 | Who from their nostrils breath’d ethereal fire;~
21 7, 493 | His baleful breath inspiring, as he glides,~
22 7, 717 | Adds all her breath: the rocks and woods around,~
23 7, 744 | And stopp’d his breath, and drank his vital blood~
24 7, 785 | Here Pluto pants for breath from out his cell,~
25 7, 1059| dead inspir’d with vital breath again,~
26 8, 941 | and heaves her breast for breath,~
27 9, 437 | his breast, he drew his breath;~
28 9, 558 | short sobs he gasps away his breath.~
29 10, 157 | dispel; the winds their breath restrain;~
30 10, 448 | and stopp’d his bawling breath.~
31 10, 663 | shortly shall resign his breath,~
32 10, 795 | fifty mouths his flaming breath expires,~
33 10, 839 | her and him from whom thy breath began,~
34 10, 1042| vanquish’d, with his dying breath,~
35 10, 1295| insulting words, this waste of breath,~
36 11, 156 | war with bodies void of breath.~
37 11, 1202| in this kiss my parting breath receive.”~
38 12, 87 | accents gave her sorrow breath:~
39 12, 176 | out their flaming nostrils breath’d the day;~
40 12, 930 | dearest friend, with dying breath,~
41 12, 959 | Herself suborning death, has breath’d her last.~
42 12, 1316| In vain we heave for breath; in vain we cry;~
43 12, 1356| friends my body void of breath!~
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