Book, Verse

 1    1, 318 |                    Or what, alas! is vanish’d Troy’s offense?~
 2    2, 87  |                 Then said: ’Alas! what earth remains, what
 3    2, 467 | souls!’ said I,—’but brave, alas! in vain—~
 4    2, 1002|                             Alas! I lost Creusa: hard to
 5    4, 89  |        What priestly rites, alas! what pious art,~
 6    4, 409 |                What course, alas! remains to steer between~
 7    5, 799 |                             Alas!” said one, “what oceans
 8    6, 278 |                   Foretold, alas! too true, Misenus’ death.”~
 9    6, 620 |                      And I, alas! the cause? By Heav’n, I
10    9, 266 |           Then Nisus thus: “Alas! thy tender years~
11    9, 655 |                   For this, alas! I left my needful ease,~
12   10, 1197|     warn him from the field—alas! in vain!~
13   10, 1206|                  What joys, alas! could this frail being
14   12, 908 |                             Alas!” said he, “what mean these
15   12, 1262|        Weak as I am, can I, alas! contend~