Book, Verse

 1    1, 1056|       length, as fate and her ill stars requir’d,~
 2    2, 533 |   with the Greeks, we go with ill presage,~
 3    3, 481 | greater auspices of good than ill,~
 4    3, 509 |    Let not thy course to that ill coast be bent,~
 5    3, 939 |      else, was silent of this ill.~
 6    4, 252 |               Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows:~
 7    7, 713 |     the goddess, exercis’d in ill,~
 8    7, 806 |    Against all omens of their ill success.~
 9    8, 309 |             Owls, ravens, all ill omens of the night,~
10    8, 679 |       Shall make your good or ill success his own;~
11    8, 912 |                           His ill fate follows him—th’ Egyptian
12   10, 505 |                          With ill success ingage the Latin
13   10, 696 |                         In an ill hour insulting Turnus tore~
14   11, 391 |                    A needless ill your ancestors abhorr’d?~
15   12, 877 | herself the cause of all this ill,~
16   12, 1257|                  And knew th’ ill omen, by her screaming cry~