Book, Verse
1 1, 49 | Such length of labor for so vast a frame.~
2 1, 368 | And, with hard labor, Alba Longa build.~
3 1, 587 | To ply their labor: some extend the wall;~
4 1, 601 | Invites them forth to labor in the sun;~
5 1, 709 | Their labor to her future sway she speeds,~
6 2, 837 | my son; this fruitless labor end:~
7 3, 187 | youth begin to till the labor’d land;~
8 3, 357 | to breathe a while from labor past,~
9 3, 646 | The labor of your hands, another Troy,~
10 3, 940 | This my last labor was. Some friendly god~
11 4, 104 | Which love, without his labor, makes his own.~
12 4, 570 | Tho’ much he mourn’d, and labor’d with his love,~
13 6, 195 | this the task and mighty labor lies.~
14 6, 223 | If not, no labor can the tree constrain;~
15 6, 270 | And by his pious labor urges theirs.~
16 6, 858 | On anvils labor’d by the Cyclops’ hands.~
17 7, 461 | Give me this once thy labor, to sustain~
18 7, 887 | And now the mighty labor is begun—~
19 8, 527 | To labor arms for Troy: nor Jove,
20 8, 546 | And to their daily labor add the night:~
21 8, 814 | promise made, and Vulcan’s labor’d art.~
22 8, 974 | By Vulcan labor’d, and by Venus brought,~
23 9, 652 | my daily pains or nightly labor spare.~
24 9, 827 | Our youth, of labor patient, earn their bread;~
25 9, 1088| With labor spent, no longer can he
26 10, 425 | Their passage, while they labor to the land,~
27 11, 193 | If wish’d success our labor shall attend,~
28 11, 720 | distracted crew, whom their last labor calls.~
29 12, 142 | That fauchion labor’d for the hero’s sire;~
30 12, 178 | In friendly labor join’d, the list prepar’
31 12, 863 | They run around, or labor on their wings,~
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