Book, Verse

 1    1, 436 |                    Her dress a maid, her air confess’d a queen.~
 2    1, 476 |       gave her, yet a spotless maid;~
 3    2, 243 |        reconcile the blue-ey’d maid~
 4    2, 305 |        offer’d to th’ offended maid.~
 5    2, 464 |       in vain by the prophetic maid.~
 6    3, 415 |                   O only happy maid of Priam’s race,~
 7    3, 576 |       madness of the visionary maid,~
 8    6, 13  |       from sight his venerable maid.~
 9    6, 44  |             Lent to the loving maid this last relief,~
10    6, 100 |             And thou, O sacred maid, inspir’d to see~
11    6, 731 |      thus Deiphobus: “O sacred maid,~
12    7, 83  |        Turnus to the beauteous maid address’d.~
13    7, 442 |                        O fatal maid, thy marriage is endow’d~
14    7, 671 |       light cause th’ infernal maid prepares~
15   11, 729 |   patroness of arms, unspotted maid,~
16   11, 808 |        belov’d and ever-trusty maid;~
17   11, 839 |       her sire, this dedicated maid!~
18   11, 889 |      the breathless body of my maid:~
19   11, 985 | foremost, and who last, heroic maid,~
20   11, 1036|      But, fixing on the horrid maid his eye,~
21   11, 1055|       coward!” cries the lofty maid,~
22   11, 1122|         unespied, the Volscian maid:~
23   11, 1144|                 Him the fierce maid beheld with ardent eyes,~
24   11, 1215|                  But Cynthia’s maid, high seated, from afar~
25   11, 1222|       a fine, ah much lamented maid,~
26   11, 1294|       tidings came th’ unhappy maid:~
27   12, 212 |  Turnus’ sister, once a lovely maid,~