Book, Verse

 1    1, 534 |                          His tender parent could no longer bear;~
 2    2, 189 |                           My tender infants, or my careful sire,~
 3    2, 282 |         And first around the tender boys they wind,~
 4    2, 432 |          And by the hand his tender grandson led.~
 5    2, 548 |      T was all she could—her tender arms were tied.~
 6    2, 919 |      d me my feeble sire and tender son:~
 7    2, 954 |                         This tender child! These omens are your
 8    4, 421 |                 And move her tender mind, by slow degrees,~
 9    4, 591 |               What pangs the tender breast of Dido tore,~
10    4, 606 |                           My tender soul had been forewarn’d
11    4, 751 |                          One tender foot was shod, her other
12    5, 449 |    blooming beauty, with his tender tears,~
13    5, 1019| Neptune thus address’d, with tender tears:~
14    6, 577 |     Whom fate had from their tender mothers torn,~
15    7, 680 |                          His tender neck, and comb’d his silken
16    8, 840 |             She lick’d their tender limbs, and form’d them as
17    9, 266 |  Then Nisus thus: “Alas! thy tender years~
18    9, 578 |  full force, had pierc’d his tender sides.~
19    9, 765 |     seizes the grim wolf the tender lamb,~
20   10, 150 |      In whispers first their tender voices try,~
21   10, 730 |         My longing sire, and tender progeny!~
22   10, 1150|    rash attempts, beyond thy tender age,~
23   11, 818 |                         This tender babe, companion of his woes.~
24   11, 867 |                And round her tender temples toss’d the sling;~
25   12, 169 |      To cheer his chiefs and tender son, relates~
26   12, 625 |    but scarcely touch’d with tender hands,~
27   12, 647 |         This day my hand thy tender age shall shield,~
28   12, 1265|                           My tender soul, ye baleful birds of