Book, Verse

 1    2, 669 |             The fearful matrons run from place to place,~
 2    2, 1043|             And captive matrons, in long order stands.~
 3    2, 1084|              Of men and matrons mix’d, of young and old;~
 4    3, 90  |    In mournful pomp the matrons walk the round,~
 5    5, 795 |              The Trojan matrons, on the sands alone,~
 6    5, 809 |          Mix’d with the matrons, and these words began:~
 7    5, 840 |   Wrapp’d in amaze, the matrons wildly stare:~
 8    5, 850 |           She said. The matrons, seiz’d with new amaze,~
 9    5, 857 |                     The matrons prosecute their mad design:~
10    5, 876 | What madness moves you, matrons, to destroy~
11    7, 539 |              Of madding matrons, bears the bride along,~
12    8, 736 |                     The matrons beat their breasts, dissolve
13    8, 882 |             Here modest matrons, in soft litters driv’n,~
14   10, 55  |          T’ inspire the matrons, and destroy the fleet?~
15   11, 50  |            And mourning matrons with dishevel’d hair.~
16   11, 220 |                     The matrons from the walls with shrieks
17   11, 329 |                  Maids, matrons, widows, mix their common
18   11, 692 |             The fearful matrons raise a screaming cry;~
19   11, 722 |                      Of matrons, that attend the mother
20   11, 871 |              The Tuscan matrons with each other vied,~
21   11, 1271|           The trembling matrons, from their lofty stands,~