Book, Verse

 1    1, 525 |  fruitful Italy my course was bent;~
 2    1, 752 |   sweet region was our voyage bent,~
 3    1, 798 |  Latian shores your course is bent,~
 4    2, 79  |      his aim, and obstinately bent~
 5    3, 52  |                             I bent my knees against the ground;
 6    3, 509 |   course to that ill coast be bent,~
 7    5, 373 |       his way the Trojan hero bent~
 8    5, 567 |      aloft, their bodies inly bent;~
 9    5, 679 |               His bow already bent, Eurytion stood;~
10    6, 438 |    shore the thronging people bent;~
11    7, 692 |                          Soon bent his bow, uncertain in his
12    9, 511 |     thus in arms? And whither bent?~
13    9, 804 |                         First bent in martial strife the twanging
14   10, 384 | Turnus with undaunted mind is bent~
15   10, 500 |                          Each bent to conquer, neither side
16   10, 925 |    there the trembling shadow bent,~
17   10, 1103|                    Took a new bent obliquely, and betwixt~
18   11, 970 |                      From her bent bow she sends a backward
19   11, 1173|       deaf; so greedy was she bent~
20   11, 1236|    The beauteous Opis thither bent her flight,~
21   12, 1308|        His knocking knees are bent beneath the load,~