Book, Verse

 1    2, 405 |      what the frightful sounds convey.~
 2    2, 903 |      you, for this, unhappy me convey~
 3    2, 1037| thither all the wealth of Troy convey:~
 4    2, 1094|       And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire.”~
 5    3, 941 |                    From thence convey’d us to your blest abode.”~
 6    4, 147 |     lofty Carthage for a dow’r convey.”~
 7    4, 584 |       corn, and to their cells convey~
 8    5, 963 |       Sibylla shall your steps convey,~
 9    6, 113 |        thy mouth, Apollo shall convey:~
10    6, 703 |       beneath my head my sword convey’d;~
11    8, 274 |     thence, and four fair kine convey’d;~
12    8, 406 |      The woods to hollow vales convey the sound,~
13    9, 602 |       slain leader to the camp convey.~
14   11, 285 |                  Their friends convey the dead to fun’ral fires;~
15   11, 311 |      to the neighb’ring fields convey’d.~