Book, Verse

 1    2, 645 |              Restor’d with pois’nous herbs, his ardent sides~
 2    4, 369 |                      Here, pois’d upon his wings, the god
 3    5, 544 |                        And pois’d the pond’rous engines
 4    7, 487 |   full force she threw the pois’nous dart,~
 5    8, 119 | roll’d his river back, and pois’d he stood,~
 6    9, 15  |   said, on equal wings she pois’d her weight,~
 7    9, 552 |                         He pois’d, and aim’d, and launch’
 8   10, 672 |                        And pois’d his pointed spear, before
 9   10, 1092|                            Pois’d on his base, Mezentius
10   11, 836 |                       Then pois’d the spear, heavy with
11   12, 403 |                            Pois’d in his lifted arm, his
12   12, 1242|            And drench’d in pois’nous juice, the sure destruction
13   12, 1304|  heav’d it at a lift, and, pois’d on high,~