Book, Verse

 1    1, 503 |       if by stress of weather driv’n,~
 2    1, 537 | friendly shore your ships are driv’n—~
 3    1, 546 |     late the bird of Jove had driv’n along,~
 4    1, 799 |                           Or, driv’n by tempests from your
 5    2, 706 |                               Driv’n like a flock of doves
 6    2, 1030|                               Driv’n on the wings of winds,
 7    3, 539 |    them from below: with fury driv’n,~
 8    3, 932 |         By raging storms, and driv’n on ev’ry coast,~
 9    5, 69  |     happy storm our fleet has driv’n~
10    6, 140 |                               Driv’n to solicit aid at ev’ry
11    6, 715 |                               Driv’n by the winds and errors
12    7, 575 |                               Driv’n by the southern blasts,
13    7, 1067|                  Are coursers driv’n, who shed their master’
14    8, 70  |                               Driv’n with Evander from th’
15    8, 441 |               I last arriv’d, driv’n from my native home~
16    8, 882 |      matrons, in soft litters driv’n,~
17    8, 943 |    The god had figur’d her as driv’n along~
18    9, 578 |                               Driv’n with full force, had pierc’
19   10, 620 |                      With his driv’n chariot he divides the
20   11, 398 |      death, and some in exile driv’n,~
21   11, 930 |                               Driv’n on each other’s backs,
22   11, 988 |                     With fury driv’n, from side to side transpierc’
23   11, 1263|                               Driv’n by their foes, and to
24   12, 1172|                          And, driv’n ashore, with hostile arms