Book, Verse

 1    1, 388 | sweet revenge her conqu’ring sons shall call,~
 2    2, 718 |      Polites, one of Priam’s sons,~
 3    5, 780 |          To their succeeding sons the graceful art;~
 4    6, 652 |                    Antenor’s sons, and Ceres’ sacred priest.~
 5    6, 1121|                          His sons, who seek the tyrant to
 6    6, 1143|            Embrace again, my sons, be foes no more;~
 7    6, 1201|           The sorrows of thy sons in future years.~
 8    7, 78  |                          His sons in blooming youth were snatch’
 9    8, 579 |                           My sons,” said Vulcan, “set your
10    9, 32  |                          The sons of Tyrrheus in bright arms
11    9, 817 |       You shall not find the sons of Atreus here,~
12   10, 392 |             Your sires, your sons, your houses, and your lands,~
13   10, 489 |     sent to war, but all the sons of Thrace.~
14   10, 659 |                      So many sons of gods, in bloody fight,~
15   10, 721 |                         Four sons of Sulmo, four whom Ufens
16   11, 330 |       and sires lament their sons.~
17   11, 872 |         To bless their rival sons with such a bride;~
18   12, 361 |      have so long their lazy sons sustain’d.”~
19   12, 410 |                    Gylippus’ sons: the fatal jav’lin flew,~
20   12, 516 |                 From far the sons of Imbracus he slew,~
21   12, 1215|                 And her lost sons forget from whence they