Book, Verse

 1    1, 661| Then took the fiery steeds, ere yet the food~
 2    3, 88 |                        But, ere we sail, his fun’ral rites
 3    3, 150|                             Ere Ilium and the Trojan tow’
 4    3, 166|                             Ere this, a flying rumor had
 5    3, 333|              But know, that ere your promis’d walls you
 6    5, 20 |        My thoughts presage! Ere yet the tempest roars,~
 7    5, 193|     The sounding lash, and, ere the stroke descends,~
 8    5, 553|                             Ere age unstrung my nerves,
 9    6, 214|                             Ere leave be giv’n to tempt
10    6, 368|                             Ere Hecate came. “Far hence
11    7, 499|                       Then, ere th’ infected mass was fir’
12    9, 422|              To many fatal, ere themselves were slain.~
13    9, 824|                        Kill ere they eat, nor taste unconquer’
14   10, 593|   th’ encounter seeks, but, ere he throws,~
15   11, 77 |        The wretched father, ere his race is run,~
16   11, 164|  Who sought your friendship ere the war began!~
17   11, 590|                             Ere yet with blood our ditches
18   11, 655|                        And, ere the trumpet sounds, resign
19   12, 213|                             Ere to the lust of lawless Jove