Book, Verse

 1    1, 659|                          And wakeful Diomede, whose cruel sword~
 2    3, 671|                         Then wakeful Palinurus rose, to spy~
 3    4, 185|               Where the more wakeful huntsmen ready wait,~
 4    4, 267|      slumbers ever close her wakeful eyes;~
 5    4, 289|      hundred altars fed with wakeful fire;~
 6    4, 358|   this he seals in sleep the wakeful sight,~
 7    4, 701|       T was she supplied the wakeful dragon’s fare.~
 8    4, 841|     a tow’r, the queen, with wakeful eyes,~
 9    9, 210|                 And pass the wakeful night in feasts and play.~
10    9, 244|                          The wakeful few the fuming flagon ply;~
11    9, 296| Except the Trojan peers, who wakeful sate~
12    9, 465|                  But Rhoetus wakeful, and observing all:~