Book, Verse

3003    4, 573 |                                    Unmoor their vessels, and for sea
3004    6, 341 |                      And there th’ unnavigable lake extends,~
3005   11, 163 |               And arm’d against an unoffending man,~
3006   12, 205 |                          With eyes unpleas’d, from Mount Albano’s height~
3007   11, 686 |                                Th’ unpleasing news, the Trojans are descried,~
3008    1, 994 |                           Nor pass unprais’d the vest and veil divine,~
3009   11, 890 |           d shall be her arms, and unprofan’d~
3010   12, 843 |               Without the town, an unprovided train~
3011   12, 432 |                      And bears his unregarded gods away.~
3012    6, 1019|                              That, unrememb’ring of its former pain,~
3013    6, 770 |                To his last hour of unrepenting death.~
3014   12, 62  |                              Still unresolv’d, and still a slave to
3015    9, 1078|              So Turnus fares, and, unresolved of flight,~
3016    8, 513 |                          About her unresolving husband threw.~
3017    6, 374 |                     Ye realms, yet unreveal’d to human sight,~
3018    9, 246 |                          A thought unripe—and scarcely yet resolve.~
3019    2, 411 |                                    Unroot the forest oaks, and bear
3020    1, 212 |                          The waves unruffle and the sea subsides.~
3021   12, 1204|                                    Unruffled was his front, serene his
3022    7, 748 |          Amidst the madness of th’ unruly train:~
3023    3, 928 |                                    Unsafe, for secret rocks and moving
3024    1, 791 |            And doubts attending an unsettled state,~
3025    6, 371 |            Assume thy courage, and unsheathe thy sword.”~
3026    4, 929 |                                    Unsheathes the sword the Trojan left
3027   11, 1158|                       Thro’ flames unsing’d we march, and tread the
3028    4, 221 |                           In herds unsingled, scour the dusty plain,~
3029    5, 366 |   groveling in the dust, her parts unsound she trails:~
3030   11, 890 |                                    Unspoil’d shall be her arms, and
3031   10, 675 |          kept on the fatal course, unstay’d~
3032    5, 862 |                         The flame, unstopp’d at first, more fury gains,~
3033    5, 553 |                            Ere age unstrung my nerves, or time o’ersnow’
3034   12, 942 |                     Receive a soul unsullied yet with shame,~
3035    7, 1014|        OEbalus, shalt thou be left unsung,~
3036   11, 1258|                               And, unsustain’d, the chiefs of Turnus
3037   10, 1173|                Untouch’d thy arms, untaken be thy sword;~
3038    4, 880 |                     Yet let a race untam’d, and haughty foes,~
3039    6, 821 |     snatches from their mouths th’ untasted meat,~
3040   10, 999 |                                    Unthinking Mimas on the Latian plain.~
3041    6, 1180|          See great Marcellus! how, untir’d in toils,~
3042   10, 731 |           house I have, and wealth untold,~
3043    4, 599 |       female arts or aids she left untried,~
3044    8, 280 |          To find fresh pasture and untrodden grass.~
3045   11, 793 |       narrow track, by human steps untrode,~
3046    2, 133 |          New crimes invented; left unturn’d no stone,~
3047    5, 290 |                                    Unvanquish’d Scylla now alone remains;~
3048    3, 121 |              But in clear auguries unveil thy mind.’~
3049   11, 30  |                          That none unwarn’d may plead his ignorance,~
3050    6, 656 |                           And with unwearied eyes behold their friend;~
3051   11, 573 |                                    Unwept, unworthy, of the fun’ral
3052   10, 1279|                        Seiz’d with unwonted pain, surpris’d with fright,~
3053    6, 58  |                Sev’n bullocks, yet unyok’d, for Phoebus choose,~
3054    2, 604 |                             Swerve upwards, and by posts and pillars
3055   12, 1248|          ruin’d piles and hallow’d urns,~
3056   12, 1317|            nerves, unbrac’d, their usual strength deny;~
3057    6, 125 |                                    Usurps her organs and inspires
3058    9, 388 |           you her comfort; fill my vacant place~
3059   10, 1065|                        Whom Tuscan Valerus by force o’ercame,~
3060    4, 47  |                       Are known or valued by the ghosts below?~
3061   11, 538 |                       One which he values more than all the rest:~
3062   11, 630 |           my revenge. Dismiss that vanity:~
3063   11, 1042|                         Forego the vantage of your horse, alight,~
3064    4, Arg |  entreaties, and discovers all the variety of passions that are incident
3065   12, 1290|                                    Vary thy shape in thousand forms,
3066    1, 904 |                        And antique vases, all of gold emboss’d~
3067   11, 641 |                       And lie like vassals at the victor’s feet.~
3068   12, 433 |              These on their horses vault; those yoke the car;~
3069    5, 1088|          leads, the following navy veers.~
3070    2, 865 |           blood runs warm in ev’ry vein.~
3071    6, 499 |            with your navy seek the Velin coast,~
3072    7, 720 |                                The Veline fountains, and sulphureous
3073    7, 982 |                 That follow’d from Velinum’s dewy land,~
3074    1, 274 |            equal portions with the ven’son shar’d.~
3075   12, 75  |        With intermitting sobs thus vents his grief:~
3076    9, 531 |           what way take?” Again he ventures back,~
3077    6, 869 |                                The verdant fields with those of heav’
3078   10, 664 |          And stands already on the verge of death.”~
3079    9, 1047|            Arms were his bus’ness, verses his delight.~
3080    1, 399 |                                And Vestal fires in hallow’d temples
3081    6, 870 |                         With ether vested, and a purple sky;~
3082    6, 1105|           His hoary beard and holy vestments bring~
3083   12, 156 |                       Hot from the vexing ir’n, and smear’d with fragrant
3084    6, 1000|           The relics of inveterate vice they wear,~
3085    5, 1082|           smiling hope, with sweet vicissitude,~
3086    7, 595 |         Usurp thy crown, enjoy thy victories?~
3087   11, 871 |            matrons with each other vied,~
3088    8, 413 |                        New objects viewing still, with new surprise;~
3089    6, 1047|           How great they look! how vig’rously they wield~
3090    2, 147 |               With acted fear, the villain thus pursued:~
3091    3, 171 |                By Naxos, fam’d for vintage, make our way;~
3092    7, 1035|           wand and holy words, the viper’s rage,~
3093   11, 874 |            sylvan shades and vow’d virginity.~
3094   10, 1214|               My guilt thy growing virtues did defame;~
3095    4, 667 |                      Oft, when she visited this lonely dome,~
3096    1, 215 |      stones and brands in rattling volleys fly,~
3097   11, 703 |                              Thou, Volusus, the Volscian troops command~
3098   11, 1227|                                Her vot’ry’s death, nor with vain
3099    7, 846 |             when the sacred senate votes the wars,~
3100    7, 1007|            where with shoaly fords Vulturnus roars,~
3101    3, 881 |         deep, and durst no farther wade.~
3102    8, 341 |                  There lights; and wades thro’ fumes, and gropes
3103    6, 504 |         this wretch your hand, and waft him o’er~
3104    9, 1105|                        Then gently wafts him to the farther coast,~
3105   11, 208 |                          In loaden wains; with wedges some they cleave.~
3106   12, 95  |                                 To waive the combat, and pursue the
3107    9, 290 |          but haste!” With that, he wakes~
3108    3, 772 |          so ghastly meager, and so wan,~
3109    2, 451 |                                The warders of the gate but scarce maintain~
3110    5, 584 |          But with his warping body wards the wound.~
3111    9, 562 |                And in the brainpan warmly buried lay.~
3112    5, 584 |                       But with his warping body wards the wound.~
3113    9, 474 |                                The warrior-horses, tied in order, fed.~
3114    7, 993 |                         Whom Allia washes with her fatal flood.~
3115    3, 667 |                              Their watches, and the rest securely sleep.~
3116    6, 699 |                               With watching overworn, with cares oppress’
3117    4, 373 |                                 As waterfowl, who seek their fishy food,~
3118    6, 486 |                 High on a mounting wave my head I bore,~
3119    9, 592 |          wide mouth, and thro’ his weazon broke.~
3120    9, 633 |            the blood, her hand the web forsakes.~
3121    6, 561 |                  Expos’d, in muddy weeds, upon the miry shore.~
3122   11, 229 |            passage, and at once he weeps and speaks:~
3123    5, 53  |                                 He welcomes his returning friends ashore~
3124    9, 339 |                       And I, whose welfare in my father lies,”~
3125   11, 94  |                                  A well-becoming, but a weak relief.~
3126   11, 832 |                  A knotty lance of well-boil’d oak he bore;~
3127    2, 453 |            heard; and Heav’n, that well-born souls inspires,~
3128    4, 575 |                                And well-calk’d galleys in the harbor
3129    8, 685 |            Tho’ few, a warlike and well-chosen band.~
3130    9, 933 |                          Or in the well-defended pass they die.~
3131    3, 876 |                                The well-deserving stranger entertain;~
3132    8, 897 |                 Actium surveys the well-disputed prize;~
3133    8, 113 |                                Her well-fed offspring at her udders
3134    2, 204 |                               This well-invented tale for truth imparts:~
3135   10, 1226|                      Well-mouth’d, well-manag’d, whom himself did dress~
3136   10, 1226|                                    Well-mouth’d, well-manag’d, whom himself
3137   10, 856 |             My sister goddess, and well-pleasing wife,~
3138   10, 1069|            Slain by Nealces’ hand, well-skill’d to throw~
3139   11, 734 |                                    Well-temper’d steel and scaly brass
3140    9, 447 |         Flows from the trunk, that welters in the blood,~
3141    5, 1039|                  To leave his foll’wers on a foreign coast.~
3142    5, 1077|                        And monster whales before their master play,~
3143    2, 481 |                              Their whelps at home expect the promis’
3144   12, 1233|                                    Whene’er the moody sire, to wreak
3145           | wherein
3146   11, 1124|                               And, whereso’er she turns, her steps
3147    7, 712 |                                 To whet their courage and their
3148   12, 64  |            should I not procure it whilst you live?~
3149    3, 538 |                  And in her greedy whirlpool sucks the tides;~
3150    7, 43  |                               With whirlpools dimpled; and with downward
3151    1, 64  |                               With whirlwinds from beneath she toss’d
3152   11, 1112|       shoots her forky tongue, and whisks her threat’ning tail.~
3153    3, 867 |                      His pond’rous whistle from his neck descends;~
3154    1, 536 |                                    Whoe’er you are—not unbelov’d
3155    7, 478 |                         And on her wicker wings, sublime thro’ night,~
3156    3, 525 |         Where proud Pelorus opes a wider way,~
3157   11, 329 |                    Maids, matrons, widows, mix their common moans;~
3158    5, 551 |                        And these I wielded while my blood was warm,~
3159   10, 797 |       right hand as many swords he wields,~
3160   10, 393 |                        And dearest wifes, are all within your hands.~
3161   12, 1227|                        Indued with windy wings to flit in air,~
3162    7, 249 |    studiously surveys his gen’rous wines;~
3163    8, 545 |        They ply the distaff by the winking light,~
3164    4, 205 |                                 Of wint’ry Xanthus, and the Lycian
3165    9, 1104|                                And wip’d the sweat, and wash’d
3166    1, 915 |          tissue, stiff with golden wire;~
3167    6, 839 |             And bound with burning wires, on spokes of wheels are
3168   12, 757 |                                But wisely from th’ infectious world
3169    4, 228 |                                    Wishing some nobler beast to cross
3170    4, 116 |                                    Withdraws, and falling stars to sleep
3171    9, 612 |           the sun his daily course withheld,~
3172    9, 957 |          hides th’ impetuous force withhold,~
3173   10, 616 |            in the field great Jove withstands:~
3174    6, 899 |                      And searching wits, of more mechanic parts,~
3175    9, 394 |                Then thus Ascanius, wonderstruck to see~
3176   11, 545 |         fear his force, he must be woo’d;~
3177    7, 687 |     household beast, that us’d the woodland grounds,~
3178    7, 703 |                       In the close woody covert, urg’d their way.~
3179    1, 36  |               Besides, long causes working in her mind,~
3180   11, 104 |                          Of purple woven, and with gold emboss’d,~
3181    8, 948 |                        In which he wraps his queen, and hides the
3182    3, 365 |                   And exercise the wrastlers’ noble toil;~
3183   12, 1233|        Whene’er the moody sire, to wreak his hate~
3184    7, 549 |           And with thy winding ivy wreathes her lance.”~
3185    4, 438 |           the hills, and shake the wreathy spear~
3186   12, 13  |                                 He wrenches out the steel, he roars
3187    2, 630 |                              Then, wrenching with our hands, th’ assault
3188    6, 874 |           on the green contend the wrestler’s prize.~
3189   11, 1272|           with female shrieks, and wring their hands.~
3190    9, 890 |                                His wrinkled visage, and his hoary hairs,~
3191    7, 585 |                        Deep-dinted wrinkles on her cheek she draws;~
3192    5, 565 |           their shoulders to their wrists they tied.~
3193   11, 1102|                                 He writhes his body to prolong the
3194    7, 515 |                                And wrong a friend, a kinsman, and
3195    6, 581 |                                The wrongful sentence, and award a new.~
3196    5, 447 |            And pleads the prize is wrongfully conferr’d.~
3197    5, 1110|                        The god was wroth, and at his temples threw~
3198    3, 887 |           brother Cyclops hear the yelling roar,~
3199   10, 786 |                         Camers the yellow-lock’d, and Numa strong;~
3200   12, 1359|                          Against a yielded man, ’t is mean ignoble
3201    3, 713 |               And bend to stubborn yokes, and champ the bit,~
3202    7, 674 |        from his dams, and the tame youngling fed.~
3203           | yourself
3204    3, 351 |                 Amidst our course, Zacynthian woods appear;~