Book, Verse

 1    2, 25  |      arms the dire machine they load,~
 2    2, 854 |       roots no more their upper load sustain;~
 3    2, 963 |                             And load my shoulders with a willing
 4    2, 983 |                     The welcome load of my dear father take;~
 5    4, 688 |       Now, sinking underneath a load of grief,~
 6    5, 360 |         athwart her body by the load~
 7    5, 609 |                      He lays on load with either hand, amain,~
 8    6, 120 |       in vain, impatient of her load,~
 9    8, 264 |       expected, eas’d us of our load,~
10    8, 375 |        second course the tables load,~
11    8, 563 |                               A load of pointless thunder now
12    9, 483 |                      A precious load; but these they leave behind.~
13    9, 926 | overpress’d with nature’s heavy load,~
14    9, 1097|         And Mnestheus lays hard load upon his helm.~
15   10, 608 |         their mix’d allies, now load the plain.~
16   10, 1240|        foreign reins, or Trojan load endure.”~
17   11, 335 |      the crimes with which they load the name~
18   11, 518 |                              To load young Turnus with invidious
19   12, 781 |                      His living load, his dying body tore.~
20   12, 1308|      knees are bent beneath the load,~