Book, Verse
1 1, 151 | galley gives her side, and turns her prow;~
2 1, 865 | And so by turns descended to the rest.~
3 3, 748 | By turns a pitchy cloud she rolls
4 3, 749 | By turns hot embers from her entrails
5 3, 759 | As often as he turns his weary sides,~
6 4, 375 | By turns they dance aloft, and dive
7 4, 411 | This way and that he turns his anxious mind,~
8 4, 562 | Abruptly here she stops; then turns away~
9 4, 853 | I said? where am I? Fury turns~
10 5, 181 | Is rais’d by turns with hope, by turns with
11 5, 181 | d by turns with hope, by turns with fear depress’d.~
12 6, 183 | By turns aloft, by turns descend
13 6, 183 | By turns aloft, by turns descend below—~
14 6, 994 | Desire and fear by turns possess their hearts,~
15 6, 1085| Where Atlas turns the rolling heav’ns around,~
16 7, 999 | Their trampling turns the turf, and shakes the
17 8, 30 | This way and that he turns his anxious mind;~
18 8, 593 | By turns their arms advance, in equal
19 8, 594 | By turns their hands descend, and
20 8, 821 | He lifts, he turns, he poises, and admires~
21 9, 220 | By turns relieve each other on the
22 9, 331 | Each in his longing arms by turns he took;~
23 9, 523 | But Nisus hit the turns with happier haste,~
24 9, 748 | Runs, doubles, winds and turns, amidst the war;~
25 9, 849 | Sing, dance, and howl, by turns, in Ida’s shade:~
26 9, 979 | He turns the hinges of the heavy
27 9, 1074| Grins horrible, retires, and turns again;~
28 10, 1004| He whets his tusks, and turns, and dares the war;~
29 10, 1072| By turns they quit their ground,
30 10, 1072| they quit their ground, by turns advance:~
31 11, 657 | Appear by turns, as fortune shifts the scene:~
32 11, 1124| And, whereso’er she turns, her steps attends.~
33 11, 1195| Then turns to her, whom of her female
34 12, 102 | Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red.~
35 12, 258 | Then to the rising sun he turns his eyes,~
36 12, 462 | Swiftly he turns, and aims a deadly blow~
37 12, 700 | She turns, and bends, but shuns the
38 12, 1088| Turns here and there, to scape
39 12, 1247| to the boding bird she turns,~
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