Book, Verse
1 1, 47 | Were toss’d by storms, and scatter’d thro’ the
2 1, 77 | restless regions of the storms she sought,~
3 1, 240| bearded anchors; for no storms they fear.~
4 1, 530| From storms preserv’d, within your harbor
5 2, 553| But storms of stones, from the proud
6 3, 95 | Now, when the raging storms no longer reign,~
7 3, 436| gods have sent you, or what storms have toss’d?~
8 3, 702| Shuts out the storms; the winds and waves complain,~
9 3, 932| By raging storms, and driv’n on ev’ry coast,~
10 4, 70 | Till storms and winter winds shall cease
11 5, 166| Above his head in storms; but, when ’t is clear,~
12 5, 419| Nor storms, nor thunder, equal half
13 5, 612| But storms of strokes descend about
14 5, 910| had he said, when southern storms arise:~
15 6, 939| What storms sustain’d, and on what shores
16 7, 421| Triumphant o’er the storms and Juno’s hate.~
17 9, 116| ships escape the raging storms,~
18 10, 152| And storms to trembling mariners presage.~
19 10, 850| As storms the skies, and torrents
20 11, 403| In storms; the vengeful Capharean
21 12, 427| Thick storms of steel from either army
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