Book, Verse

 1    1, 857 |       Your honor, name, and praise shall never die.~
 2    1, 1047| peals of shouts the Tyrians praise the song:~
 3    4, 341 |                  Nor future praise from fading pleasure wean,~
 4    4, 397 |                  Nor future praise from flitting pleasure wean,~
 5    5, 296 |            Much grudg’d the praise, but more the robb’d reward:~
 6    6, 1164|           Tir’d as I am, my praise the Fabii claim;~
 7    8, 381 | records the labors, and the praise,~
 8    8, 954 |    shouts, the streets with praise,~
 9    9, 254 |                With love of praise and noble envy struck;~
10    9, 896 |                  Of his own praise, nor envies equal art.~
11   11, 699 |                  Declaim in praise of peace, when danger calls,~
12   11, 772 |    thought itself is by thy praise oppress’d.~
13   11, 1229|    But after ages shall thy praise record.~
14   12, 79  |   best exchange of life for praise.~
15   12, 583 |     r of plants, and silent praise~