Book, Verse

 1    1, Arg| arrives safe at an African port. Venus complains to Jupiter
 2    1, 230|                And forms a port secure for ships to ride;~
 3    1, 270|                 And to the port return’d, triumphant from
 4    1, 553|           Already hold the port, or with swift sails descend.~
 5    1, 952|   presents laden, from the port,~
 6    3, 285|           We landed at the port, and soon beheld~
 7    3, 332|  And a safe passage to the port assign’d.~
 8    3, 378|          Then to Chaonia’s port our course we bend,~
 9    3, 386|   my galleys riding in the port,~
10    3, 693|  smooth our passage to the port assign’d!’~
11    3, 704|                        The port lies hid within; on either
12    3, 746|                        The port capacious, and secure from
13    3, 930|   Which Drepanum’s unhappy port receiv’d.~
14    5, 43 |   scud amain, and make the port assign’d.~
15    5, 317|        And, darting to the port, obtains the prize.~
16    5, 367|           So slowly to the port the Centaur tends,~
17    5, 790|               Where in the port secure the navy lay.~
18    7, 295|                        The port, so long desir’d, at length
19    7, 826|                   I to the port of death securely tend.~