Book, Verse

 1    1, 102 |     With prosp’rous passage cut the Tuscan sea;~
 2    3, 8   |     of the sacred groves we cut,~
 3    3, 841 |                 Your cables cut, and on your oars rely!~
 4    3, 875 |                  The cables cut, and silent haste away;~
 5    4, 1000|         The Sisters had not cut the topmost hair,~
 6    4, 1008|   Thus while she spoke, she cut the fatal hair:~
 7    5, 274 |    Then ply their oars, and cut their liquid way~
 8    5, 667 |     It flew, and, whizzing, cut the liquid way.~
 9    5, 675 |   miss’d so narrow, that he cut the cord~
10    5, 712 |                         Who cut the line, with second gifts
11    6, 24  | steerage of his wings, that cut the sky:~
12    7, 91  |                Was kept and cut with superstitious care.~
13    7, 97  |       A swarm of bees, that cut the liquid sky,~
14    8, 128 |   the greenwood shades, and cut the liquid glass.~
15    8, 894 |   The glitt’ring waves, and cut the precious tide.~
16   10, 339 |                          To cut their way the Daunian chief
17   10, 844 |                         And cut him short: “I hear another
18   12, 313 |              An orphan now, cut from the mother earth~