Book, Verse

 1    1, 248 |                           The dying sparkles in their fall receives:~
 2    4, 753 |        she summon’d, with her dying breath,~
 3    4, 876 |    pow’rs invok’d with Dido’s dying breath,~
 4    4, 893 |       my pray’rs, and this my dying will;~
 5    4, 1005|          Then stood above the dying lover’s head,~
 6    7, 2   |                          Here dying, to the shore hast left
 7    9, 492 |                           He, dying, to his heir bequeath’d
 8    9, 593 |                               Dying, he slew; and, stagg’ring
 9    9, 606 |               Vast crowds the dying and the dead surround;~
10    9, 647 |       was I near to close his dying eyes,~
11    9, 723 |                  The dead and dying Trojans strew the ground.~
12    9, 746 |                           His dying body on his thickest foes.~
13   10, 653 |       proud Turnus view, with dying eyes,~
14   10, 952 |     And ev’n from hence their dying groans receive.~
15   10, 1042|      the vanquish’d, with his dying breath,~
16   10, 1116|      his thigh, and spent its dying force.~
17   10, 1301|                            My dying son contracted no such band;~
18   11, 647 |      To shun that sight, and, dying, gnaw’d the ground.~
19   11, 941 |                           Now dying groans are heard; the fields
20   11, 1178|                         Their dying lady, drooping on the plain.~
21   11, 1189| wrench’d the jav’lin with her dying hands,~
22   11, 1204|                               Dying, her open’d hand forsakes
23   12, 86  |       Held him by force; and, dying in his death,~
24   12, 781 |          His living load, his dying body tore.~
25   12, 930 |       my dearest friend, with dying breath,~
26   12, 1367|                          From dying Pallas, and in triumph wore.~