Book, Verse
1 1, 34 | forget the war she wag’d of late~
2 1, 546 | Whom late the bird of Jove had driv’
3 1, 583 | Which late were huts and shepherds’
4 1, 721 | Whom late the tempest on the billows
5 2, 108 | the wretched Greeks too late lament—~
6 2, 370 | Art thou so late return’d for our defense?~
7 2, 505 | like truants, come too late ashore.’~
8 2, 696 | Like them, with age; a late and useless aid.~
9 2, 852 | united force it yields, tho’ late,~
10 2, 902 | undesir’d, and came too late!~
11 2, 1092| And all pretense of late relief was lost.~
12 3, 659 | But long to late posterity descend.’~
13 4, 454 | by those holy vows, so late begun,~
14 4, 811 | find the dire effects too late;~
15 5, 657 | Young Mnestheus, late with naval honors crown’
16 5, 1046| kingdom claims your birth; my late defense~
17 6, 364 | Late the nocturnal sacrifice
18 6, 590 | With late repentance now they would
19 6, 601 | Lament too late their unextinguish’d fire.~
20 6, 1046| Who, late restor’d, in Alba shall
21 7, 824 | for peace, but pray too late.~
22 8, 44 | found in silent slumber late relief.~
23 9, 577 | Too late he speaks: the sword, which
24 9, 987 | Too late his blazing buckler they
25 9, 1035| At last, tho’ late, by Lynceus he was seen.~
26 10, 146 | and complaints are now too late.”~
27 10, 937 | Too late young Turnus the delusion
28 11, 85 | death to make thee wish, too late,~
29 11, 245 | My Pallas late set out, but reach’d too
30 11, 355 | sunk in sorrow, finds too late,~
31 11, 360 | When late their titles in the field
32 11, 464 | resolv’d before it was too late.~
33 11, 711 | Latinus, when he saw, too late,~
34 11, 1240| steps, vain boaster, are too late;~
35 11, 1275| few escape: the throng too late~
36 12, 237 | Saturnia thus: “Thy tears are late:~
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