Book, Verse

 1    2, 363 |                And all the wounds he for his country bore~
 2    2, 375 |              But say, what wounds are these? What new disgrace~
 3    2, 849 |  pierc’d with oft-repeated wounds:~
 4    2, 1019|      My limbs, not feeling wounds, nor fearing death.~
 5    3, 317 | the fated skin is proof to wounds;~
 6    4, 96  |                            Wounds with a random shaft the
 7    5, 615 |                         Of wounds, commands the combatants
 8    6, 1139|            What wars, what wounds, what slaughter shall ensue!~
 9    7, 251 |              And honorable wounds from battle brought.~
10    7, 1036|                And venom’d wounds of serpents could assuage.~
11    9, 134 | oppos’d, with equal horror wounds:~
12    9, 648 |                To wash his wounds, to weep his obsequies,~
13   10, 1186|             And wash’d his wounds by Tiber’s yellow flood:~
14   11, 428 |           And violate with wounds the Queen of Love.~
15   11, 1137|                With deadly wounds he gall’d the distant foe;~
16   11, 1264|  they turn, but take their wounds behind.~