Book, Verse

 1    1, 137 |  four times happy those,” he cried,~
 2    2, 53  |       Ran from the fort, and cried, from far, aloud:~
 3    2, 323 |                    Cassandra cried, and curs’d th’ unhappy
 4    2, 710 |              What rage,’ she cried, ’has seiz’d my husband’
 5    2, 996 |                              Cried out: ’Haste, haste, my son,
 6    3, 711 |                    My father cried, ’where warlike steeds are
 7    5, 18  |        The pilot, Palinurus, cried aloud:~
 8    5, 224 |                              Cried out for anger, and his hair
 9    5, 901 |                  O Jove,” he cried, ’if pray’rs can yet have
10    5, 970 |    so fast?” the filial duty cried;~
11    5, 1119|                              Cried out for helping hands, but
12    5, 1119|   out for helping hands, but cried in vain.~
13    6, 81  |         Why this delay?” she cried—”the pow’rs invoke!~
14    6, 369 |                    The Sibyl cried, “and from the grove abstain!~
15    7, 542 |      d the rites of Bacchus; cried aloud,~
16    7, 546 |      worthy thee alone!” she cried;~
17    9, 509 |        T is not for naught,” cried Volscens from the crowd,~
18    9, 529 |               Ah wretch!” he cried, “where have I left behind~
19    9, 571 |                  Me! me!” he cried—”turn all your swords alone~
20    9, 1054|      and courage!” Mnestheus cried,~
21   10, 943 |                  O Jove!” he cried, “for what offense have
22   10, 1148|    with friendly threat’ning cried:~
23   11, 1239| success; and loudly thus she cried:~
24   12, 149 |                         Then cried: “O pond’rous spoil of Actor
25   12, 559 |     d for aid: but, while he cried in vain,~