Book, Verse

 1    1, 67  |                            The wretch, yet hissing with her father’
 2    2, 169 |         Then bade him name the wretch, ordain’d by fate~
 3    2, 196 |       Trojans, from an injur’d wretch avert.’~
 4    2, 898 | Reeking with Priam’s blood—the wretch who slew~
 5    4, 718 |              All relics of the wretch are doom’d to fire;~
 6    4, 879 |                 Th’ ungrateful wretch should find the Latian lands,~
 7    6, 504 |                   Lend to this wretch your hand, and waft him
 8    6, 767 |                  The conscious wretch must all his acts reveal,~
 9    6, 793 |                  Th’ audacious wretch four fiery coursers drew:~
10    8, 299 |                            The wretch had hardly made his dungeon
11    9, 529 |                             Ah wretch!” he cried, “where have
12   10, 773 |      Stands o’er the prostrate wretch, and, as he lay,~
13   10, 956 |      Or, O ye pitying winds, a wretch relieve!~
14   10, 1031|         Orodes flying, nor the wretch pursued,~
15   11, 1187|         So, speeding once, the wretch no more attends,~
16   11, 1228|                    Branded the wretch, and be his name abhorr’
17   12, 1160|            And arm a conquer’d wretch against his conqueror?~