Book, Verse

 1    2, 409 |              Sweep o’er the yellow year, destroy the pains~
 2    2, 982 |                         And yellow spoils; then, on my bending
 3    3, 186 |   ships are haul’d upon the yellow strand;~
 4    4, 585 |   plunder’d forage of their yellow prey.~
 5    4, 967 |   her breast, and rends her yellow hair,~
 6    5, 89  |    Oppos’d in combat on the yellow sand.~
 7    5, 495 |    d the vast bulk upon the yellow sand.~
 8    7, 45  |              And roll’d his yellow billows to the sea.~
 9    7, 952 |               And spoils of yellow wolves adorn their head;~
10    7, 986 |             And those where yellow Tiber takes his way,~
11    8, 85  |         The god am I, whose yellow water flows~
12    8, 875 |  gold dissembled well their yellow hair,~
13    9, 862 |   the fight, and spurns the yellow sands.”~
14    9, 1103|                         The yellow god the welcome burthen
15   10, 1186|     d his wounds by Tiber’s yellow flood:~
16   11, 109 |              That, when the yellow hair in flame should fall,~
17   11, 955 |     shaded with a length of yellow hair:~
18   11, 1105|               So stoops the yellow eagle from on high,~
19   12, 164 | black hoofs, and spurns the yellow sand.~
20   12, 885 |   The sad Lavinia rends her yellow hair~