Book, Verse

 1    4, 769 |       Nor sleep nor ease the furious queen can find;~
 2    4, 810 |   She harbors in her heart a furious hate,~
 3    4, 845 |      Stung with despite, and furious with despair,~
 4    4, 921 |                          But furious Dido, with dark thoughts
 5    4, 928 | mounts the fun’ral pile with furious haste;~
 6    4, 966 |       Her sister hears; and, furious with despair,~
 7    6, 126 |                  Now, with a furious blast, the hundred doors~
 8    7, 450 |                         With furious haste, and shoots the Stygian
 9    7, 725 |                         With furious haste to the loud summons
10    7, 820 |                            A furious wind, we leave the faithful
11    7, 843 |     the fear’d issues of the furious god,~
12    7, 1052|                She turn’d to furious hate her impious love.~
13    9, 75  |       Sharp with desire, and furious with disdain;~
14   10, 570 |  Around the forest flies the furious blast,~
15   11, 902 |     d to these, come on with furious force~