Book, Verse

 1    2, 239|      injur’d pow’r, and better omens brought.~
 2    2, 935|        old Anchises, vers’d in omens, rear’d~
 3    2, 954|       This tender child! These omens are your own,~
 4    3, 5  |            Warn’d by celestial omens, we retreat,~
 5    3, 25 |          I land; with luckless omens then adore~
 6    3, 48 |        That they, or he, these omens would avert,~
 7    3, 346|                          These omens; render vain this prophecy,~
 8    3, 708|       Scarce landed, the first omens I beheld~
 9    4, 949|                   These boding omens his base flight pursue!”~
10    7, 806|                    Against all omens of their ill success.~
11    8, 309|          Owls, ravens, all ill omens of the night,~
12    9, 23 |          With joy, these happy omens I obey,~
13   10, 352| admires their speed, and happy omens draws.~
14   10, 357|                   Firm thy own omens; lead us on to fight;~
15   12, 115|                    Such boding omens, and prejudge the war.~