Book, Verse

 1    1, 143 |                 Where Simois rolls the bodies and the shields~
 2    1, 357 |     have search’d the mystic rolls of Fate:~
 3    2, 407 |                 Crackling it rolls, and mows the standing corn;~
 4    2, 647 |     er the grass, hissing he rolls along,~
 5    3, 748 |     turns a pitchy cloud she rolls on high;~
 6    5, 1074|         And the smooth ocean rolls her silent tides.~
 7    6, 584 |     urn the blended balls he rolls,~
 8    7, 331 |           Where Tuscan Tiber rolls with rapid force,~
 9    8, 832 |                   Not in the rolls of future fate untaught)~
10    9, 108 |   replied her awful son, who rolls~
11   11, 455 |           As, when a torrent rolls with rapid force,~
12   11, 920 |                           He rolls along in blood, and breathes
13   12, 495 | lance reaches; over those he rolls~
14   12, 545 |                          And rolls the billows on th’ AEgaean
15   12, 815 |                For, while he rolls his eyes around the plain~
16   12, 900 |                   Now Turnus rolls aloof o’er empty plains,~