Book, Verse

 1    2, 409|     Sweep o’er the yellow year, destroy the pains~
 2    3, 316|   utmost force, the monsters to destroy.~
 3    4, 863|                                 Destroy’d his friends and son; and,
 4    4, 980|               At once thou hast destroy’d thyself and me,~
 5    5, 811|                     Nor flames, destroy’d, in Troy’s unhappy hour!~
 6    5, 831|           these wand’ring ships destroy:~
 7    5, 876|  madness moves you, matrons, to destroy~
 8    6, 89 |        to relieve, unwilling to destroy,~
 9    7, 607|      mouth, with fire and sword destroy.~
10    8, 510|     fire and sword my people to destroy,~
11    9, 168|        in the fate of Turnus to destroy,~
12   10, 55 |        inspire the matrons, and destroy the fleet?~
13   10, 82 | Carthage may th’ Ausonian towns destroy,~
14   10, 112|        hard, the Latians should destroy~