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quadgram | frequency |
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the dangers of the | 12 |
this way and that | 12 |
scarce had he said | 12 |
the queen of love | 12 |
the face of heavn | 12 |
he said no more | 10 |
from side to side | 10 |
revolving in his mind | 10 |
the king of heavn | 8 |
from pole to pole | 8 |
with fire and sword | 8 |
the father of the | 8 |
of the trojan race | 8 |
from place to place | 8 |
of foes in battle | 8 |
far above the rest | 8 |
in his mind the | 8 |
the fortune of the | 8 |
the trojan and the | 8 |
in the middle space | 8 |
from the bottom of | 8 |
to the shades below | 6 |
is landed on the | 6 |
and all the powrs | 6 |
on the latian plain | 6 |
all the powrs that | 6 |
the bottom of his | 6 |
the circuit of the | 6 |
with words like these | 6 |
advancing in a line | 6 |
bottom of his breast | 6 |
sent his voice before | 6 |
the shades of night | 6 |
they throw their darts | 6 |
the shadows of the | 6 |
foes in battle slain | 6 |
to speed his flight | 6 |
the mother of the | 6 |
the goddess of the | 6 |
the seas and wind | 6 |
thus while he spoke | 6 |
in times to come | 6 |
the light of heavn | 6 |
blow full on the | 6 |
mother of the gods | 6 |
to bend the bow | 6 |
with both his hands | 6 |
the queen of heavn | 6 |
and here and there | 6 |
with a close embrace | 6 |
the confines of the | 6 |
not far from thence | 6 |
regions void of light | 6 |
extended on the plain | 6 |
be present at the | 6 |
not far from hence | 6 |
the margin of the | 6 |
with sighs and tears | 6 |
th advantage of the | 6 |
tug at evry oar | 4 |
bear the sight of | 4 |
sinking to the grave | 4 |
when now the trojan | 4 |
on various seas by | 4 |
she beats her breast | 4 |
a more than mortal | 4 |
to the port assignd | 4 |
tyrian line in lasting | 4 |
night involves the skies | 4 |
if there be here | 4 |
and the tyrian line | 4 |
a charger in his | 4 |
our last and fatal | 4 |
this day thou either | 4 |
day thou either shalt | 4 |
living and the dead | 4 |
pitch their toils around | 4 |
the soil is fruitful | 4 |
before the throne of | 4 |
in so long a | 4 |
landed on the latian | 4 |
and hides his head | 4 |
the fate of troy | 4 |
the common gift of | 4 |
fortune of the field | 4 |
mingled man to man | 4 |
the black regions of | 4 |
thus while the trojan | 4 |
to fight on foot | 4 |
of so brave a | 4 |
o more than mortal | 4 |
and at his temples | 4 |
his voice before him | 4 |
the shouts of sailors | 4 |
built by hands divine | 4 |
of the lycian crew | 4 |
his bed and throne | 4 |
that he turns his | 4 |
hair with horror stood | 4 |
his hand upon the | 4 |
of the watry war | 4 |
before the fight began | 4 |
with the blood of | 4 |
from far beheld the | 4 |
the god of day | 4 |
king of gods and | 4 |
and skim along the | 4 |
in our last and | 4 |
to see my son | 4 |
nor needs a second | 4 |
to meet in arms | 4 |
oer and oer with | 4 |
for length of years | 4 |
pole to pole the | 4 |
within the secret court | 4 |
trojan and the tyrian | 4 |
thus the king bespoke | 4 |
and leaving me behind | 4 |
with sense of honour | 4 |
the triple porter of | 4 |
move a mind so | 4 |
in woods and wilds | 4 |
wound gushd out a | 4 |
the ruins of unhappy | 4 |
various seas by various | 4 |
masters of the war | 4 |
fills the house with | 4 |
conquer or to die | 4 |
for sums of gold | 4 |
in this unequal strife | 4 |
the monsters of the | 4 |
the plates on which | 4 |
evry quarter of the | 4 |
last and fatal night | 4 |
groaning from the bottom | 4 |
impatient of the wound | 4 |
of priams royal race | 4 |
from the ruins of | 4 |
rage of hunger was | 4 |
and restord the day | 4 |
from the leaders name | 4 |
the will of heavn | 4 |
the shelter of the | 4 |
regions of his brother | 4 |
for whose only sake | 4 |
wings the yielding skies | 4 |
put a stop to | 4 |
soon as the prince | 4 |
cannot move a mind | 4 |
sword and shield prepare | 4 |
triple porter of the | 4 |
he gnashd his teeth | 4 |
surrounded by the rest | 4 |
twas dead of night | 4 |
his eyes around the | 4 |
and the black regions | 4 |
voice before him as | 4 |
what place the gods | 4 |
and send the willing | 4 |
in the dead of | 4 |
tis a destructive war | 4 |
his breast with fury | 4 |
scarce had i said | 4 |
around his head he | 4 |
his hands and eyes | 4 |
the danger of the | 4 |
porter of the stygian | 4 |
rushing thro the wound | 4 |
and by his side | 4 |
with vows and solemn | 4 |
seas by various tempests | 4 |
golden bowls with sparkling | 4 |
hopes and fears their | 4 |
when they see the | 4 |
in his angry mood | 4 |
and those who live | 4 |
daughters of the sea | 4 |
companions of thy fate | 4 |
could no longer bear | 4 |
and spurns the yellow | 4 |
the silence of the | 4 |
headlong to the town | 4 |
with holy fillets bound | 4 |
the rage of hunger | 4 |
quarter of the sky | 4 |
shadows of the night | 4 |
the tyrian line in | 4 |
to mount the trojan | 4 |
the trojan and rutulian | 4 |
in the centre of | 4 |
with her full force | 4 |
his head was bare | 4 |
trojan and the tuscan | 4 |
added to the rest | 4 |
the solemn rites of | 4 |
the fight is mine | 4 |
before him as he | 4 |
piercd his naked side | 4 |
this only favour let | 4 |
meantime the mother goddess | 4 |
are heapd on high | 4 |
to gall the foe | 4 |
of th ausonian shore | 4 |
to the latian king | 4 |
wantond in the wind | 4 |
mad as i was | 4 |
when the rosy morn | 4 |
but still in vain | 4 |
of the trojan line | 4 |
on the right and | 4 |
have sent me to | 4 |
dangers of the main | 4 |
the fame and fortune | 4 |
fortune of the fight | 4 |
to the farther coast | 4 |
not unknown to fame | 4 |
skims along the flood | 4 |
disdainful soul came rushing | 4 |
the daughters of the | 4 |
the night and day | 4 |
to the latian land | 4 |
nisus and his friend | 4 |
whom not the grecian | 4 |
while in vain he | 4 |
from evry quarter of | 4 |
extended on the ground | 4 |
as if twere little | 4 |
the madness of the | 4 |
save the sinking state | 4 |
at the request of | 4 |
on the dusty plain | 4 |
passage to the port | 4 |
the disdainful soul came | 4 |
and white her thirty | 4 |
the chains of love | 4 |
to whom the goddess | 4 |
by the southern blast | 4 |
the post of honour | 4 |
where his helmet ends | 4 |
to save thy life | 4 |
fleet is landed on | 4 |
there lies our way | 4 |
from steep to steep | 4 |
to conquer or to | 4 |
so sad a sight | 4 |
to turnus aid his | 4 |
and the disdainful soul | 4 |
him to the fight | 4 |
to the godlike man | 4 |
fame now calld italia | 4 |
their heads on high | 4 |
ruins of unhappy troy | 4 |
night obscures the skies | 4 |
took their way where | 4 |
town is filld with | 4 |
portion of the war | 4 |
vessels on the deep | 4 |
this is the way | 4 |
were with garlands crownd | 4 |
spoils of foes in | 4 |
and now the mighty | 4 |
oenotrians held it once | 4 |
the various labours of | 4 |
from the same hand | 4 |
with his right hand | 4 |
lay extended on the | 4 |
drank his vital blood | 4 |
and oer his shoulder | 4 |
white her thirty young | 4 |
hissing as it flew | 4 |
my father and the | 4 |
had chasd away the | 4 |
and that he turns | 4 |
and follow to the | 4 |
by stress of weather | 4 |
author of the memmian | 4 |
triumphant from the war | 4 |
then thus the prince | 4 |
the war shall end | 4 |
the town is filld | 4 |
in skins of beasts | 4 |
with less rage the | 4 |
fortune of the war | 4 |
great mother of the | 4 |
now sinking to the | 4 |
unknowing how to yield | 4 |
and shifts his place | 4 |
of nature and of | 4 |
in dead of night | 4 |
the will of jove | 4 |
he turns his anxious | 4 |
at the full stretch | 4 |
from toils of war | 4 |
but for the charge | 4 |
when he saw the | 4 |
fatal news by fame | 4 |
now hear what i | 4 |
by a mortal hand | 4 |
rend the vaulted skies | 4 |
to reign in italy | 4 |
but far above the | 4 |
the brazen hinges fly | 4 |
the faith you gave | 4 |
with anger and disdain | 4 |
morn had chasd away | 4 |
the midst of this | 4 |
in his arms he | 4 |
arms against the town | 4 |
troy is no more | 4 |
stood before my sight | 4 |
to the god of | 4 |
jars of genrous wine | 4 |
thus the founder of | 4 |
stretchd at his length | 4 |
on a rising ground | 4 |
on the latian coast | 4 |
in a marble tomb | 4 |
nor future praise from | 4 |
masters of the field | 4 |
high the goblets with | 4 |
a passage thro the | 4 |
then thus the founder | 4 |
issuing on the plain | 4 |
the first he met | 4 |
visions of the night | 4 |
so long a way | 4 |
the bird of jove | 4 |
the way to victory | 4 |
conduct my steps to | 4 |
and from the wound | 4 |
and stand to sea | 4 |
and fortune of the | 4 |
a blast of wind | 4 |
to force the gate | 4 |
by the winds and | 4 |
turns his anxious mind | 4 |
one common fate with | 4 |
with a numrous train | 4 |
the goblets with a | 4 |
the dead of night | 4 |
and heard and saw | 4 |
rends her yellow hair | 4 |
all his hundred hands | 4 |
both his hands he | 4 |
the steerage of his | 4 |
the bosom of the | 4 |
and favourd by the | 4 |
fame and fortune of | 4 |
when the rage of | 4 |
if glory cannot move | 4 |
with a mortal wound | 4 |
th oenotrians held it | 4 |
from a rising ground | 4 |
descended from the skies | 4 |
like a mountain ash | 4 |
with disdain and grief | 4 |
vows and solemn prayr | 4 |
on your libyan coast | 4 |
and the suns temple | 4 |
the trojan troops the | 4 |
a chosen train of | 4 |
full in the centre | 4 |
that outstrips the wind | 4 |
relics of the trojan | 4 |
of arms imagind in | 4 |
they take their way | 4 |
sent him to the | 4 |
the choir of nymphs | 4 |
the peoples ears with | 4 |
while thus he spoke | 4 |
well known to fame | 4 |
tall vessels on the | 4 |
the daughter of the | 4 |
the victor to the | 4 |
the relics of the | 4 |
the fatal news by | 4 |
the centre of the | 4 |
the thin remainders of | 4 |
from its old foundations | 4 |
his mother was a | 4 |
state of our affairs | 4 |
glory cannot move a | 4 |
descending on the plains | 4 |
in clouds he hides | 4 |
and revenge the dead | 4 |
observant of the right | 4 |
more than all the | 4 |
and now the rising | 4 |
you with patience hear | 4 |
can you bear the | 4 |
the patron of his | 4 |
when turnus saw the | 4 |
the fixd foundations of | 4 |
on either side the | 4 |
and the bowls go | 4 |
a land there is | 4 |
him as he flew | 4 |
with all his might | 4 |
from the mountains height | 4 |
on the trojan shore | 4 |
the trojan hero stood | 4 |
took th advantage of | 4 |
the latian and the | 4 |
way and that he | 4 |
distaind his arms around | 4 |
in pangs of death | 4 |
the living and the | 4 |
of his brother god | 4 |
sent thee to the | 4 |
pole the forky lightning | 4 |
to put a stop | 4 |
not with less rage | 4 |
and mingled man to | 4 |
and some with darts | 4 |
to pole the forky | 4 |
on the mountains brow | 4 |
with equal strokes they | 4 |
a mind so mean | 4 |
heaps of foes in | 4 |
with his drawn sword | 4 |
full on the helm | 4 |
by too severe a | 4 |
the powr of jove | 4 |
their walls the trojan | 4 |
trail along the ground | 4 |
and the sea subsides | 4 |
daughters of the main | 4 |
and wound for wound | 4 |
the deluge of the | 4 |
by the gods decree | 4 |
my shoulders with a | 4 |
the forky lightning flies | 4 |
and headlong drives the | 4 |
to warn him from | 4 |
the borders of his | 4 |
as the prince appears | 4 |
and reachd his heart | 4 |
seizd with sudden fear | 4 |
with lifted hands and | 4 |
not to tempt the | 4 |
rolls with rapid force | 4 |
in the midst of | 4 |
tell of arms imagind | 4 |
he took his way | 4 |
came rushing thro the | 4 |
now roofd with gold | 4 |
patron of his art | 4 |
full in the midst | 4 |
the wings of winds | 4 |
silence of the night | 4 |
bowls with sparkling wine | 4 |
by this right hand | 4 |
to heavn his hands | 4 |
a foreign son is | 4 |
its old foundations rent | 4 |
landed on the shore | 4 |
with a sprightly grace | 4 |
echo to the sound | 4 |
the wrath of heavn | 4 |
by winds and waves | 4 |
raise a doleful cry | 4 |
his passage to the | 4 |
the bowls go round | 4 |
black regions of his | 4 |
who thought us grecians | 4 |
steerage of his wings | 4 |
by various tempests tossd | 4 |
far upon the beach | 2 |
a thousand men he | 2 |
supplies the winds to | 2 |
thro the frighted city | 2 |
fair flesh distaind with | 2 |
our common losses mourn | 2 |
the race that sure | 2 |
glutted spleen at length | 2 |
next the falling sun | 2 |
and held against his | 2 |
with gods at their | 2 |
rutulian captains ready stand | 2 |
rend the hollow ground | 2 |
described as an atheist | 2 |
to mitigate the smart | 2 |
mingled metal damaskd oer | 2 |
and intent by force | 2 |
rosy morn disclosd the | 2 |
crush the pillars which | 2 |
evry side are seen | 2 |
the first rewards and | 2 |
do thy broad hands | 2 |
extended to the sea | 2 |
then cheerful to his | 2 |
gods companions of thy | 2 |
the shrill hornpipe sounds | 2 |
thro clotterd blood and | 2 |
aeneas shall lavinia wed | 2 |
great confluence of people | 2 |
if your hard decreeswhich | 2 |
for i shall sing | 2 |
what news he could | 2 |
pile oerlookd the town | 2 |
mount the trojan band | 2 |
bulls of purple gore | 2 |
the winds are changd | 2 |
to the horses feet | 2 |
must pass the stygian | 2 |
black bloody locks the | 2 |
an hour of sweet | 2 |
within a winding vale | 2 |
to come should see | 2 |
quench the sacred fire | 2 |
own ancestry from trojans | 2 |
gods to council in | 2 |
reassurd the rest to | 2 |
the green wood expires | 2 |
the victim beasts are | 2 |
which if they touch | 2 |
amidst his welcome sheds | 2 |
prince in death bestowd | 2 |
place the happy souls | 2 |
reachd him in the | 2 |
with wonder sees the | 2 |
such a parent fall | 2 |
then will they stretch | 2 |
shall your steps convey | 2 |
the seas his sovreign | 2 |
becoming thanks can i | 2 |
death pretend to scorn | 2 |
ran backward in their | 2 |
till heavn afforded me | 2 |
chief was laid on | 2 |
watch each entrance of | 2 |
colours to the world | 2 |
salvage locrians here the | 2 |
gales invite thy passage | 2 |
stand around the cheerful | 2 |
the sisters of the | 2 |
imperial juno turnd the | 2 |
a suppliant to thy | 2 |
to heavn he throws | 2 |
thou shalt find the | 2 |
the nymphs i lovd | 2 |
to find her there | 2 |
rising murmur runs along | 2 |
one drop of all | 2 |
gushd with the same | 2 |
as the greatest that | 2 |
captain who beleaguers round | 2 |
a flock of doves | 2 |
praise from flitting pleasure | 2 |
deadness in his cheeks | 2 |
just arrives by chance | 2 |
the little time of | 2 |
when your aeneas fought | 2 |
the fury thus invades | 2 |
than all i felt | 2 |
give him the fair | 2 |
top advancd in air | 2 |
afar beheld her fly | 2 |
they choose once more | 2 |
and scarce a space | 2 |
not a crime t | 2 |
impressd with her full | 2 |
at length i land | 2 |
pretence he bids them | 2 |
with no male issue | 2 |
appeard in open sight | 2 |
resumd her ancient hate | 2 |
and i will take | 2 |
thy request is cruel | 2 |
that land from land | 2 |
palace are in view | 2 |
drove the scatterd throng | 2 |
now rose the ruddy | 2 |
a radiant helm and | 2 |
in his throat the | 2 |
his horse fierce amycus | 2 |
only favour let me | 2 |
of a god we | 2 |
a plume and waving | 2 |
from far your eyes | 2 |
watchd the golden fruit | 2 |
to fix my wandring | 2 |
thy mother and thy | 2 |
the joys of mother | 2 |
him on the plain | 2 |
sex she first began | 2 |
here hides her hated | 2 |
shall romes dominion own | 2 |
which your ancestors derive | 2 |
race in her old | 2 |
if the line of | 2 |
wrathful joves irrevocable doom | 2 |
but shut from evry | 2 |
with two pointed darts | 2 |
mark at which their | 2 |
and intricate with thorn | 2 |
is cruel and unjust | 2 |
and prepare their souls | 2 |
by whom the streams | 2 |
proper fortune stand or | 2 |
young turnus to the | 2 |
evn old priam might | 2 |
and love divide her | 2 |
for you and me | 2 |
crew with wreaths of | 2 |
land secure upon the | 2 |
trojans in their scanty | 2 |
torn vessels on the | 2 |
and not to write | 2 |
at once was wounded | 2 |
the golden bowls with | 2 |
both in forest bred | 2 |
let insolence no longer | 2 |
royal plant their fury | 2 |
imprecations on the perjurd | 2 |
walls before you for | 2 |
their united arms opposd | 2 |
how the war began | 2 |
courage and their rage | 2 |
with successless vows invokd | 2 |
the tyrrhene realm with | 2 |
the tyrian robe sustains | 2 |
consul in his coarse | 2 |
listning while he spoke | 2 |
clouds of issuing smoke | 2 |
fierce virago fixd his | 2 |
equal years might equal | 2 |
he saw the fainting | 2 |
to share the latian | 2 |
limbs are left the | 2 |
from his bright shield | 2 |
by the jutting land | 2 |
when enchasd in gold | 2 |
woods in sighs remurmurd | 2 |
at sackd arisba gaind | 2 |
dido discovers to her | 2 |
she drops her sword | 2 |
and lickd their hissing | 2 |
were hurried by the | 2 |
the tuscan troops pursue | 2 |
fear no troops of | 2 |
and angle earnd his | 2 |
and from the quiver | 2 |
by the laurel placd | 2 |
lofty couch he thus | 2 |
is filld with slaughter | 2 |
labours of my lord | 2 |
in his opend side | 2 |
dissembled well their yellow | 2 |
what have my scyllas | 2 |
and for diana sevn | 2 |
and here the sacred | 2 |
your king you shame | 2 |
wreaths of reeds his | 2 |
his corslet from his | 2 |
much too dear has | 2 |
tho fleeter than the | 2 |
for thus anchises prophesied | 2 |
before the sacred altar | 2 |
fears disturb thy happy | 2 |
rest the trojan prince | 2 |
tis no time to | 2 |
downward by the feet | 2 |
in her crime her | 2 |
peace he preachd in | 2 |
of easy fight and | 2 |
nor could my kindness | 2 |
each other chase in | 2 |
aloft a cornel spear | 2 |
rising from the trojan | 2 |
a thousand spears in | 2 |
these abodes our fleet | 2 |
and seek your new | 2 |
wonder sees the stately | 2 |
terms at length engage | 2 |
his pious labour urges | 2 |
the brambles drink his | 2 |
was grown his rising | 2 |
anxious in his mind | 2 |
an isle once calld | 2 |
and cut their liquid | 2 |
he still persists his | 2 |
and flakes of livid | 2 |
a golden helm his | 2 |
and hellish form return | 2 |
rapes and murders on | 2 |
of th intrepid son | 2 |
but by pelides arms | 2 |
follows himth egyptian wife | 2 |
washd his wounds by | 2 |
bloomy youth deserves a | 2 |
then rousd his drowsy | 2 |
royal babes a tawny | 2 |
harvests the fat fields | 2 |
recompense enough for me | 2 |
to seek in vain | 2 |
but whats the man | 2 |
serestus with his left | 2 |
the crowding troops about | 2 |
underneath the pondrous god | 2 |
thickest waves the sparkles | 2 |
your almighty powr your | 2 |
ghost before my sleeping | 2 |
for food to monsters | 2 |
crests above their heads | 2 |
the nightly wolf about | 2 |
on each other call | 2 |
from the shades below | 2 |
acron to the fight | 2 |
now were both by | 2 |
from a silver urn | 2 |
other wavd a long | 2 |
tis t appear a | 2 |
boding bird she turns | 2 |
which aids the cure | 2 |
the greeks their wiles | 2 |
to the ceiling flash | 2 |
from tyres while he | 2 |
and barrier of the | 2 |
began with pleasing words | 2 |
he loses while in | 2 |
and led her warlike | 2 |
from aiming blows they | 2 |
with her years it | 2 |
last in endless night | 2 |
head his arrow drove | 2 |
with a train of | 2 |
force to seize his | 2 |
on their shoulders the | 2 |
when in fighting fields | 2 |
cycnus lovd unhappy phaeton | 2 |
at full speed her | 2 |
targets droppd from heavn | 2 |
when with crackling flames | 2 |
embark at my desire | 2 |
conducted to the grove | 2 |
sweeps the cattle and | 2 |
passage thro the jointed | 2 |
vanishd in th idaean | 2 |
juturna saw th advancing | 2 |
shall sing of battles | 2 |
thy course to that | 2 |
and drove us back | 2 |
act of all my | 2 |
volscian troops command to | 2 |
his staff a trunk | 2 |
and evry ship with | 2 |
and virgins twice as | 2 |
captive struggles for his | 2 |
to rome proud tarquin | 2 |
may fire your mind | 2 |
plight into your hands | 2 |
of this high debate | 2 |
to rest thy soul | 2 |
fated from the fire | 2 |
relate the warriors fame | 2 |
diomede from fierce aeneas | 2 |
then bowls of tepid | 2 |
that fly the day | 2 |
as his love inspird | 2 |
tell my royal guest | 2 |
and humbly seek my | 2 |
seats of happy souls | 2 |
hither but by heavns | 2 |
for the trojans fate | 2 |
wandring trojans ever dear | 2 |
when troy shall overturn | 2 |
to force from out | 2 |
ready knives bereave the | 2 |
far from hence there | 2 |
stooping low beneath his | 2 |
save the trojan race | 2 |
triple of plumes his | 2 |
distended paws to grasp | 2 |
found the trojan prince | 2 |
of war if one | 2 |
the cause of all | 2 |
with tears i took | 2 |
industry than force relies | 2 |
pile their wondring eyes | 2 |
a ready hand assumes | 2 |
devoted head thy thunder | 2 |
arms that fury can | 2 |
more and greater ills | 2 |
and lend a listning | 2 |
unless in time they | 2 |
in autumn strow the | 2 |
commanded on achilles tomb | 2 |
and wring their hands | 2 |
when the loud billows | 2 |
all bred in arms | 2 |
streaming lamp along the | 2 |
kindly spring began to | 2 |
desires had found success | 2 |
full of youthful fire | 2 |
the full stretch of | 2 |
arms conspicuous in the | 2 |
use of her own | 2 |
and seeking him she | 2 |
and all the tyrian | 2 |
foreign or domestic enemy | 2 |
a numrous train and | 2 |
could warning make the | 2 |
and falling mast they | 2 |
and all the leafy | 2 |
save her suffring friends | 2 |
claimd a title from | 2 |
and hollow groans from | 2 |
thy sacred name and | 2 |
and askd their quiet | 2 |
let us decide it | 2 |
turnus then should try | 2 |
at once the cornel | 2 |
lynceus he was seen | 2 |
when theseus met in | 2 |
a ruind temple stands | 2 |
then two sicilian youths | 2 |
one sister plague if | 2 |
and these they rear | 2 |
with their tails divide | 2 |
is namd from ilium | 2 |
belt was to the | 2 |
which thracian cisseus gave | 2 |
first to him surrounded | 2 |
hesperia namd of old | 2 |
gather from the sea | 2 |
while he steering viewd | 2 |
have set the reeking | 2 |
are seen in evry | 2 |
are all by grecian | 2 |
drove the shining sword | 2 |
and safely shout around | 2 |
they oppress with weight | 2 |
in a friendly line | 2 |
spoke evander to his | 2 |
to king turnus sent | 2 |
but now they swarm | 2 |
thee to the fighting | 2 |
her deep spirit came | 2 |
in the bottom last | 2 |
that is the promisd | 2 |
his hollow palm he | 2 |
pains of sounding lashes | 2 |
from the solid base | 2 |
he plowd the tyrrhene | 2 |
a king and prophet | 2 |
work on their way | 2 |
light from the ground | 2 |
practices to row with | 2 |
laid for safe ascent | 2 |
as of a troubled | 2 |
iris down her arch | 2 |
rest to pay the | 2 |
lycus and helenor only | 2 |
command the steeds caparisond | 2 |
javlin with her dying | 2 |
face of sweet ascanius | 2 |
he seizd his helm | 2 |
with wounds the queen | 2 |
to the gods he | 2 |
end of woes we | 2 |
rosy morn restores the | 2 |
close his dying eyes | 2 |
the strength that war | 2 |
hewd and fashiond by | 2 |
intrenchd before the town | 2 |
flood the burning empire | 2 |
with new treasons would | 2 |
to stanch the streaming | 2 |
what the winds disperse | 2 |
soon on the libyan | 2 |
and at their backs | 2 |
not the delian god | 2 |
drepanums unhappy port receivd | 2 |
of heavn did thus | 2 |
in painful marches try | 2 |
and put to sea | 2 |
the skies in rings | 2 |
far from him was | 2 |
prone to credit his | 2 |
her sounding wings displayd | 2 |
troy to thee commends | 2 |
friends in battle slain | 2 |
the crystal spring with | 2 |
redeem the promisd fair | 2 |
madding mother to her | 2 |
the treaty which was | 2 |
divd beneath his bed | 2 |
have what you ask | 2 |
her thro the skies | 2 |
thus in mournful accents | 2 |
the cranes arise before | 2 |
blacken all the skies | 2 |
the rhine submits her | 2 |
submit my life to | 2 |
shall haunt thee waking | 2 |
and birds of air | 2 |
begin to till the | 2 |
but close within their | 2 |
preserves his life for | 2 |
underneath your chins are | 2 |
gently bears him to | 2 |
pointed out by fate | 2 |
cold on the ground | 2 |
flatterd with hopes to | 2 |
against plemmyriums watry strand | 2 |
train of lustful youths | 2 |
master headlong from the | 2 |
had the rosy morning | 2 |
delight to hover near | 2 |
and part new grind | 2 |
whose holy rites admit | 2 |
you who raging winds | 2 |
i renounce my skill | 2 |
seek not now the | 2 |
another quarter of the | 2 |
while yet they crowd | 2 |
their hopes and fears | 2 |
heavier pace his wound | 2 |
the trojan hearts with | 2 |
which too well they | 2 |
their minds with panic | 2 |
sinks beneath the ground | 2 |
blood th ausonian people | 2 |
below to roll from | 2 |
let none presume his | 2 |
to the latian state | 2 |
conquring greece against the | 2 |
the steep tarpeian rock | 2 |
acoetes on his pupils | 2 |
to west extend thy | 2 |
directed by whose hand | 2 |
i will take the | 2 |
drive oer empty sands | 2 |
his clothes were taggd | 2 |
both the people near | 2 |
was dressd with mossy | 2 |
me to the deep | 2 |
at length leucates cloudy | 2 |
force the foe pursue | 2 |
a trench inclose the | 2 |
on which i row | 2 |
then issue on the | 2 |
ravishd helen from her | 2 |
winds and evry warring | 2 |
th impetuous ocean roars | 2 |
to the yet unfinishd | 2 |
of rattling thunder roll | 2 |
my body void of | 2 |
of arms by proud | 2 |
protect the latians in | 2 |
white bull shall on | 2 |
prophetic sibyl you shall | 2 |
streams of some dissembled | 2 |
beneath with bellowing sound | 2 |
happy in his safe | 2 |
the land give omen | 2 |
in his lovd females | 2 |
to change what he | 2 |
invented tale for truth | 2 |
in fire and smoke | 2 |
thrice round the ship | 2 |
fate of dido from | 2 |
with his pole he | 2 |
young lycus and helenor | 2 |
thee his features and | 2 |
but answerd to the | 2 |
combs their flowing manes | 2 |
throne could be defended | 2 |
rich and shining train | 2 |
fearful train shall take | 2 |
the judges for the | 2 |
will sum in short | 2 |
marks the seat amidst | 2 |
and bounds aloft against | 2 |
where ufens glides along | 2 |
the field were tried | 2 |
thro the short circuit | 2 |
severe a fate in | 2 |
bear above that style | 2 |
attends the doubtful fortune | 2 |
run to meet th | 2 |
the julian stock shall | 2 |
with thy celestial fire | 2 |
yet provoke a war | 2 |
but dire portents the | 2 |
the rest had reachd | 2 |
and he his greater | 2 |
against the perjurd city | 2 |
amazda second javlin flies | 2 |
betwixt the tropics lie | 2 |
stands on anvils labourd | 2 |
with oars and forky | 2 |
then adores with cakes | 2 |
bare were her knees | 2 |
they bear him down | 2 |
fights and figures of | 2 |
i seek alone the | 2 |
our altar with their | 2 |
herself suspends the rigid | 2 |
that knew the way | 2 |
grovling while he lies | 2 |
to fear and fly | 2 |
temples float in blood | 2 |
nature and of nations | 2 |
the gates and columns | 2 |
i should not then | 2 |
and juno from above | 2 |
sea we spied two | 2 |
lest she should follow | 2 |
phoenician dido rules the | 2 |
durst no farther wade | 2 |
dangers of the war | 2 |
circling streams the captive | 2 |
conquerd world diffuse our | 2 |
lightning flies not swifter | 2 |
the steeds of diomede | 2 |
chief with cheerful words | 2 |
flying turnus still declind | 2 |
not the good presage | 2 |
goes to meet her | 2 |
furious haste to the | 2 |
steed he threw his | 2 |
whose lineage is from | 2 |
went sad from the | 2 |
of pity still remain | 2 |
the damnd perpetual pains | 2 |
bids me seek the | 2 |
upon his body sound | 2 |
blood inscribd the dusty | 2 |
land me safely on | 2 |
fatal bough requird by | 2 |
with poles and missive | 2 |
and what i sufferd | 2 |
captives of our grecian | 2 |
unbind the chains of | 2 |
whither would he fly | 2 |
murmring tides disturb the | 2 |
the yielding planks of | 2 |
they wake before the | 2 |
heavn the dirae calld | 2 |
he viewd the foes | 2 |
ships to seek the | 2 |
stones rent from stones | 2 |
remote to raise the | 2 |
seek thy promisd kingdom | 2 |
his friends and royal | 2 |
yet more and greater | 2 |
dangers of a fatal | 2 |
proud of his steeds | 2 |
away from old privernum | 2 |
then to the capitol | 2 |
for use and ornament | 2 |
more than madness has | 2 |
in words which genral | 2 |
fleet descending on the | 2 |
whom fair venus bore | 2 |
ever i ascend the | 2 |
trojans hand to hand | 2 |
soul came issuing out | 2 |
the queen at length | 2 |
her plighted lord by | 2 |
and thrice invoke the | 2 |
to the chariot tied | 2 |
the tomb began to | 2 |
and complaints are now | 2 |
liver diggd his breast | 2 |
came rushing on her | 2 |
that sparkled as they | 2 |
size like firs that | 2 |
from atreus tho your | 2 |
cut the liquid sky | 2 |
the flitting shadow slippd | 2 |
which no cause is | 2 |
sight the trembling aruns | 2 |
the quiver of an | 2 |
reward of human toils | 2 |
draggd a lingring life | 2 |
and second my design | 2 |
the space his spear | 2 |
temple then salutes our | 2 |
tough ground ash the | 2 |
steeds of diomede varied | 2 |
doubts attending an unsettled | 2 |
his daily course withheld | 2 |
drivn on each others | 2 |
empty dream at break | 2 |
feeds with secret joy | 2 |
the streets with praise | 2 |
her flying feet she | 2 |
yet by his own | 2 |
with this severe command | 2 |
fame is blown thro | 2 |
grateful shade aeneas sate | 2 |
and now the latter | 2 |
avenger came with bounding | 2 |
hither are we come | 2 |
spacious backs above the | 2 |
the partner of his | 2 |
anxious pleasures of a | 2 |
sword my people to | 2 |
plead not in a | 2 |
soul came rushing through | 2 |
for the sufferd shame | 2 |
one tyrant for his | 2 |
masters arms to lie | 2 |
of her suit expressd | 2 |
are to the neighbring | 2 |
the powr of troy | 2 |
not unmindful of his | 2 |
should see the trojan | 2 |
arts nor arms avail | 2 |
could ward the blow | 2 |
and am i then | 2 |
hectors and this heros | 2 |
tombs with nightly wings | 2 |
seats at his command | 2 |
field shall dare thee | 2 |
their chests his pointed | 2 |
tis all that he | 2 |
from sea to sea | 2 |
the greatest and the | 2 |
betwixt the dearest friends | 2 |
audacious mortal will be | 2 |
apollos altar slew the | 2 |
then to his ardent | 2 |
dastard from the fighting | 2 |
with their lights are | 2 |
side surrounded by the | 2 |
threw two pondrous gauntlets | 2 |
him with her mighty | 2 |
herbs from humankind had | 2 |
claspd around the waist | 2 |
pressing with his foot | 2 |
and wastes in luxury | 2 |
his form i find | 2 |
lickd their tender limbs | 2 |
with late repentance now | 2 |
so much camillas great | 2 |
seizd with mortal fear | 2 |
and a bare lodging | 2 |
is the common breath | 2 |
scatterd fleet is joind | 2 |
that shake the solid | 2 |
on evry side surrounded | 2 |
couch the forging powr | 2 |
death her soul decrees | 2 |
but now i left | 2 |
features of the face | 2 |
and seizd the distant | 2 |
when the following morn | 2 |
joy may fire your | 2 |
to the lawful claim | 2 |
and a long chase | 2 |
thou lingrest in this | 2 |
the ruffling winds the | 2 |
these weak old hands | 2 |
vain by the prophetic | 2 |
to duty and to | 2 |
in luckless fight they | 2 |
cypress twigs they strew | 2 |
the tempest which his | 2 |
mows off his head | 2 |
there is a sharp | 2 |
of the wretch are | 2 |
listless limbs unfit for | 2 |
lives for godlike freedom | 2 |
the volscian troops command | 2 |
struck with awe divine | 2 |
and the passage free | 2 |
surly murmurs of the | 2 |
cheerful to the trembling | 2 |
send me thunderstruck to | 2 |
if you in pity | 2 |
of the seas below | 2 |
slaughter of the trees | 2 |
the printed footsteps might | 2 |
with a flaming brand | 2 |
power and omen of | 2 |
known by her quiver | 2 |
ascends his regal seat | 2 |
not composd in graves | 2 |
to his palace wait | 2 |
and hear the swelling | 2 |
appears in pomp th | 2 |
part of which i | 2 |
and round the wood | 2 |
high the steerage of | 2 |
the regions void of | 2 |
neighing steeds to scour | 2 |
hadst a father once | 2 |
broke our masters chain | 2 |
in dusky shades of | 2 |
that priams captive son | 2 |
and one the pointed | 2 |
each with a phrygian | 2 |
forgot their daily care | 2 |
measures back with speed | 2 |
with a genral groan | 2 |
sighs within his breast | 2 |
and loud laments that | 2 |
on in military pride | 2 |
these words proceeded from | 2 |
smoking horses run with | 2 |
in vain essayd th | 2 |
hearts with cold affright | 2 |
by favour of the | 2 |
why wilt thou rush | 2 |
hence with ample powrs | 2 |
but all the gods | 2 |
and execute his friends | 2 |
is of trojan kind | 2 |
their desire of death | 2 |
and doubled to the | 2 |
come in a black | 2 |
who fear his hate | 2 |
swords and bucklers wield | 2 |
and this heros hand | 2 |
peaceful cities of th | 2 |
frauds in open light | 2 |
when they leave the | 2 |
gleam of pleasing light | 2 |
trail began to spread | 2 |
the first fruits of | 2 |
this tis needful to | 2 |
refuge in remote abodes | 2 |
the libyan shore descends | 2 |
secret of her love | 2 |
and the lofty strain | 2 |
reeking with priams blood | 2 |
fortune of his race | 2 |
him down the skies | 2 |
first libations on the | 2 |
the latian fields averts | 2 |
prudent sibyl had before | 2 |
from the towr descends | 2 |
the welcome message to | 2 |
distilld upon the ground | 2 |
at once the brushing | 2 |
then with his right | 2 |
brambles drink his blood | 2 |
loud rattling shakes the | 2 |
once thou hast destroyd | 2 |
a winding valley lies | 2 |
by his friend acestes | 2 |
claps his quivring tail | 2 |
will scarce believe tis | 2 |
warding his at once | 2 |
first weapons that she | 2 |
her thracian courser and | 2 |
thus his fathers ghost | 2 |
brims they force their | 2 |
rays of writhen rain | 2 |
calls his troops to | 2 |
her crooked talons truss | 2 |
and white his temples | 2 |
behold thy wishd lavinian | 2 |
queen at length appears | 2 |
she viewd the garments | 2 |
to his slumbring eyes | 2 |
false foreigner you give | 2 |
and groans from the | 2 |
ardent sides reflect the | 2 |
lost for this eternal | 2 |
might his trophies hold | 2 |
that stem the stream | 2 |
and his helmet rung | 2 |
triumphant sail before the | 2 |
and hung thy holy | 2 |
in his bed and | 2 |
so their shields resound | 2 |
were filld with bodies | 2 |
to favour your intent | 2 |
hideous looks and hellish | 2 |
words and tears had | 2 |
made th endeavor void | 2 |
already signs him for | 2 |
joind in their laws | 2 |
and what to say | 2 |
run headlong to the | 2 |
seeds in honey taught | 2 |
the purple streams thro | 2 |
vindicate alone the broken | 2 |
in the shape of | 2 |
grateful hands a temple | 2 |
wary guardian janus doubly | 2 |
and move her tender | 2 |
before them in their | 2 |
if the ghosts demand | 2 |
fields with care she | 2 |
the black forest and | 2 |
dare debate the powr | 2 |
her maiden arms to | 2 |
thrice round the trojan | 2 |
forbidden gates it pass | 2 |
when troy was lost | 2 |
if his childish troop | 2 |
trojan and rutulian guard | 2 |
himself before his fane | 2 |
soft limbs in painful | 2 |
she turnd to furious | 2 |
him with speed the | 2 |
resentment could have borne | 2 |
followd on the fallen | 2 |
whose helm confessd the | 2 |
they could not tell | 2 |
large among her train | 2 |
will he still persist | 2 |
gauntlet draws a sweeping | 2 |
the sword his throat | 2 |
elements of unauspicious war | 2 |
the heavnly smith had | 2 |
not an humble suppliant | 2 |
bear our newborn infants | 2 |
anchises summond all to | 2 |
the sign is givn | 2 |
sevn at once they | 2 |
with wreaths of olive | 2 |
thus replies at large | 2 |
the god supplies our | 2 |
could avert the flame | 2 |
the god of battles | 2 |
pursue your watry track | 2 |
for having livd too | 2 |
or with swift sails | 2 |
then thrice around the | 2 |
in hollow caverns lie | 2 |
the tree laurentum calld | 2 |
feasts and great acestes | 2 |
to bear aloof to | 2 |
whence the rains arise | 2 |
pants for breath from | 2 |
give a nearer wound | 2 |
quiver each his arrow | 2 |
and from the craggy | 2 |
from th arcadian land | 2 |
or by torrents borne | 2 |
present hectors wife can | 2 |
god begins his airy | 2 |
and hisses thro the | 2 |
rapid course descending to | 2 |
torn from the roots | 2 |
whole heaps of conquerd | 2 |
you fight against a | 2 |
and doubts attending an | 2 |
charmd th idaean woods | 2 |
walls we keep our | 2 |
strength the war we | 2 |
order as they passd | 2 |
the trojan troops succeed | 2 |
some build the citadel | 2 |
back upon th uncertain | 2 |
before that fatal news | 2 |
pierce aloft in air | 2 |
till my soft soul | 2 |
and his torn limbs | 2 |
now rising cities in | 2 |
short bounds of life | 2 |
a second siege my | 2 |
have our foes been | 2 |
they whirl their slings | 2 |
her rosy lips began | 2 |
steers a various course | 2 |
i cleanse the guilt | 2 |
complain to live bereft | 2 |
cautious in the field | 2 |
and both in acts | 2 |
for her stoln statue | 2 |
mouth runs oer with | 2 |
there with their clasping | 2 |
while their straggling parties | 2 |
and crownd with hissing | 2 |
in thy grove shall | 2 |
whereer the roman eagle | 2 |
and with delight survey | 2 |
him we saw in | 2 |
as fortune shifts the | 2 |
italian people she will | 2 |
black bloody drops distilld | 2 |
he scoopd the water | 2 |
this exempt my life | 2 |
then sacred altars rear | 2 |
three graceful leaders at | 2 |
in fetters one the | 2 |
cleave the liquid sky | 2 |
my body have the | 2 |
youth along the marshy | 2 |
would land me safely | 2 |
the royal virgin free | 2 |
so greedy was she | 2 |
conquests of imperial rome | 2 |
heavn has promisd to | 2 |
milk and blood we | 2 |
flying hours they pass | 2 |
the daunian hero bears | 2 |
warning in these mournful | 2 |
this my dying will | 2 |
he strove to rise | 2 |
in evry future age | 2 |
to their cells convey | 2 |
and scarce their walls | 2 |
makes the marriage joys | 2 |
swayd th ausonian land | 2 |
but on th ignoble | 2 |
associate in your town | 2 |
and claspd around the | 2 |
thou scape from turnus | 2 |
hills were hid in | 2 |
doubts to deliver or | 2 |
fawning at thy feet | 2 |
you requird my helpful | 2 |
much less in arms | 2 |
more thy fortune frowns | 2 |
flakes of livid fire | 2 |
speck is left of | 2 |
forbid to breathe their | 2 |
aeneas secretly prepares for | 2 |
join in his request | 2 |
and bears fulfilld her | 2 |
try the plated cuishes | 2 |
not men been fated | 2 |
sure coursers for the | 2 |
blood is curdled in | 2 |
i command the crown | 2 |
to meet the fate | 2 |
the solemn rites prepare | 2 |
king latinus then his | 2 |
vows address to heavn | 2 |
god the time when | 2 |
like that of swans | 2 |
with like officious care | 2 |
now snatch an hour | 2 |
he makes his way | 2 |
drove from conquerd spain | 2 |
quiver from his shoulder | 2 |
oer the dangrous deep | 2 |
that can all tests | 2 |
rage with lying wonders | 2 |
dispersd upon the plain | 2 |
such to the field | 2 |
see the visionary man | 2 |
fate appointed by revengeful | 2 |
descending on the cretan | 2 |
soul in her abodes | 2 |
fruitful fields your fighting | 2 |
gore and gathring dust | 2 |
now sevn revolving years | 2 |
wars that fame around | 2 |
secret seat they choose | 2 |
rough libyan bear the | 2 |
seven hundred horse these | 2 |
shepherd and a king | 2 |
to leave that execrable | 2 |
and to my party | 2 |
up the mountains brow | 2 |
and all on junos | 2 |
th ausonian sailors knew | 2 |
your arms thus early | 2 |
slaughterd bodies we have | 2 |
sucking young encompassd round | 2 |
and their course controlld | 2 |
in war to save | 2 |
but with slow paces | 2 |
take their share of | 2 |
ages shall thy praise | 2 |
his majestic rider seems | 2 |
comes to the place | 2 |
the wound made by | 2 |
what was their request | 2 |
firm purpose of his | 2 |
her old bosom shall | 2 |
alone i grudgd not | 2 |
to his desiring eyes | 2 |
the phantom bore his | 2 |
with more decence were | 2 |
is all i want | 2 |
glories of the daunian | 2 |
and gross allay of | 2 |
the crackling crop a | 2 |
haggard eyes around the | 2 |
without my share of | 2 |
then bestrode a golden | 2 |
and here renounce the | 2 |
chose the middle path | 2 |
a coat of mail | 2 |
must in afric reign | 2 |
with louder cries the | 2 |
the rest appears ascanius | 2 |
for which we came | 2 |
ambient seas and thro | 2 |
not by the feeble | 2 |
wretches pind away and | 2 |
here rest thy bones | 2 |
the steepy turrets throw | 2 |
yet burning from the | 2 |
less and greater gods | 2 |
day shall free from | 2 |
slain fell without fault | 2 |
yet by turnus tossd | 2 |
and rends his hoary | 2 |
promisd walls you build | 2 |
aged limbs can bear | 2 |
the brazen hinges roar | 2 |
my just revenge to | 2 |
in the watry field | 2 |
two bold brothers of | 2 |
eyes around the throng | 2 |
the mighty flaw makes | 2 |
new force his fainting | 2 |
loquacious nest with food | 2 |
drops the hallowd ground | 2 |
with cries and clamours | 2 |
to defend the wall | 2 |
only words lie labring | 2 |
the parent of the | 2 |
bosom drove the shining | 2 |
rich with grecian spoils | 2 |
and all the apartments | 2 |
their navy swarms upon | 2 |
was known to fame | 2 |
thin remainders of my | 2 |
from trunks of trees | 2 |
hundred gods her sweeping | 2 |
on the deck the | 2 |
latians unconcernd shall see | 2 |
march the bold confedrates | 2 |
whose holy soul the | 2 |
on the stern aeneas | 2 |
the fat fields adorn | 2 |
there to thy fellow | 2 |
heavd her labring breast | 2 |
up th unwieldly centaur | 2 |
balmy words he pourd | 2 |
fairer than the rest | 2 |
yawning wound gushd out | 2 |
with new strength suffice | 2 |
backward from the sea | 2 |
the roots prone thro | 2 |
with forest mast and | 2 |
all symptoms of a | 2 |
meditates his absent enemy | 2 |
sent to seek his | 2 |
no vessels were in | 2 |
me that remains appears | 2 |
groves are planted round | 2 |
a blind fight engage | 2 |
body of pallas with | 2 |
my fathers image filld | 2 |
the rising day renews | 2 |
in latian bands to | 2 |
but with my future | 2 |
here those that in | 2 |
race divine of warriors | 2 |
stress of weather drivn | 2 |
to wield her brandishd | 2 |
runs the rampires round | 2 |
sword high oer his | 2 |
to your needful aid | 2 |
yet she had heard | 2 |
the various adventures he | 2 |
with which he drives | 2 |
and monsters of the | 2 |
by sea and land | 2 |
tugged with all my | 2 |
and shrieks of women | 2 |
decrees and thy commands | 2 |
shatterd shields give way | 2 |
bespoke his trojan guest | 2 |
not less than theirs | 2 |
thus far the fate | 2 |
are prepard to mount | 2 |
mingles truth with lies | 2 |
spacious bowls she gives | 2 |
stroke of his resistless | 2 |
the rocks resound her | 2 |
heroes take their diffrent | 2 |
behold the youth of | 2 |
from the delian god | 2 |
by need than choice | 2 |
the keen steel divides | 2 |
of the trojan or | 2 |
to strife her house | 2 |
and that other part | 2 |
the great father of | 2 |
evander viewd the man | 2 |
more formidable hydra stands | 2 |
to share the common | 2 |
come issuing thro the | 2 |
juno must in vain | 2 |
to kindle vengeance in | 2 |
then haughty dares in | 2 |
courage conspires with chance | 2 |
who slew the son | 2 |
the trojans must not | 2 |
that led along the | 2 |
on ridges to behold | 2 |
leave that execrable shore | 2 |
round the temple gazd | 2 |
foremost three have olive | 2 |
to his first intent | 2 |
turnus is permitted still | 2 |
band he first commissions | 2 |
the palace of the | 2 |
sacred altars pouring wine | 2 |
see whom you fly | 2 |
for ornament in peace | 2 |
from conquerd spain his | 2 |
floating forests of the | 2 |
the fires were fainting | 2 |
has sent their crown | 2 |
years to their immortal | 2 |
and there renewd their | 2 |
smooth our passage to | 2 |
the sky direct my | 2 |
by love to beauteous | 2 |
known or valued by | 2 |
mount of turf to | 2 |
she supplied the wakeful | 2 |
from their aid withdraw | 2 |
runs with a distracted | 2 |
methods of cool counsel | 2 |
he from the goblets | 2 |
the great messapus yet | 2 |
achilles car and horses | 2 |
trojan chief was laid | 2 |
thence his way the | 2 |
with her fatal flood | 2 |
where gold and purple | 2 |
then cast the reeking | 2 |
never so radiant did | 2 |
gleand the routed rear | 2 |
an honour undeservd from | 2 |
breast he cuts the | 2 |
pondrous gauntlets down in | 2 |
guest within the hollow | 2 |
the kings closet led | 2 |
and scarce the shadow | 2 |
on equal wings she | 2 |
their dauntless men maintain | 2 |
open night and day | 2 |
whom the lights of | 2 |
incident to a neglected | 2 |
their bucklers in th | 2 |
own ship and six | 2 |
like the god his | 2 |
who disdaind his love | 2 |
yet smoking from the | 2 |
shoots by fits before | 2 |
tomb and altars rear | 2 |
fearful matrons raise a | 2 |
and owning old acestes | 2 |
prince put on a | 2 |
to learn the cause | 2 |
the fearful matrons raise | 2 |
inflames his fearful friends | 2 |
eyes in pleasing sleep | 2 |
encountring on the prince | 2 |
alliance join betwixt the | 2 |
king of part of | 2 |
from apollos fane to | 2 |
trophies of the trojan | 2 |
only seas around and | 2 |
against the tyrant fird | 2 |
in his slumber sees | 2 |
shall drag in chains | 2 |
oer whose unhappy waters | 2 |
prince is forcd to | 2 |
success our labour shall | 2 |
come their city to | 2 |
cyllenius with command to | 2 |
sicily could hold from | 2 |
aims and what her | 2 |
darts were thrown at | 2 |
of their own accord | 2 |
death by lawful arms | 2 |
on his awful throne | 2 |
native train of hardy | 2 |
and the tide undrivn | 2 |
things for his early | 2 |
side and bowels famd | 2 |
steeds the trojans borne | 2 |
was i to raise | 2 |
sunk upon the ground | 2 |
all obey the mantuan | 2 |
hundred sweep with stretching | 2 |
the last summons to | 2 |
and once his guest | 2 |
and in bristles rose | 2 |
banishd to gaetulias barren | 2 |
men have seen charybdis | 2 |
then shewd the slippry | 2 |
to the mouth they | 2 |
at full cry pursued | 2 |
he wavd a torch | 2 |
with noise say nothing | 2 |
evry guest was pleasd | 2 |
seeks the goddess charioteer | 2 |
who harbourd in his | 2 |
outrage shall they still | 2 |
oaks for oars they | 2 |
the rust of peace | 2 |
which overlooks the vale | 2 |
the main land divide | 2 |
my sire of old | 2 |
last remainders of unhappy | 2 |
fix my wandring gods | 2 |
aeneas and dido into | 2 |
and where the lonely | 2 |
call the gods for | 2 |
he once was calld | 2 |
is spread with iron | 2 |
and on the shaded | 2 |
went of solid brass | 2 |
steel deceivd his hand | 2 |
and the swift ships | 2 |
his labring soul oppressd | 2 |
nor waves intomb the | 2 |
as mine his towring | 2 |
under covert of the | 2 |
on the vast body | 2 |
o valiant heroes of | 2 |
from their hard helmets | 2 |
and cedar brands supply | 2 |
rough in the rind | 2 |
observe the youth who | 2 |
time calls you now | 2 |
it lasted till the | 2 |
dido shall be yours | 2 |
fixd on the leafless | 2 |
plungd her in despair | 2 |
with double vengeance to | 2 |
on his prow the | 2 |
country rites they grace | 2 |
and all their heads | 2 |
viewd the foes inclosing | 2 |
and a purple sky | 2 |
aeneas took from conquring | 2 |
and a mingled war | 2 |
brass to kindle fierce | 2 |
shady shelter of a | 2 |
the rampires round amidst | 2 |
subterfuge can turnus find | 2 |
one common cavern in | 2 |
his dying body tore | 2 |
space betwixt our kisses | 2 |
still beating on his | 2 |
shine above the rest | 2 |
the fiery serpent skims | 2 |
and carry presents to | 2 |
laid me down to | 2 |
eager to read the | 2 |
and on his knees | 2 |
destind to command a | 2 |
shore the mounting blaze | 2 |
then am i vanquishd | 2 |
upon the yellow sand | 2 |
your trenchers you shall | 2 |
when she viewd the | 2 |
when she left her | 2 |
what hopes you had | 2 |
when the fatal horse | 2 |
and on what shores | 2 |
to the sea the | 2 |
i gave the trojan | 2 |
watry plain with foamy | 2 |
as his foe professd | 2 |
that rules my heart | 2 |
and raise a threatning | 2 |
to the turrets rose | 2 |
presuming of his force | 2 |
from hence were heard | 2 |
then briefly thus replies | 2 |
your navy seek the | 2 |
she rears two twisted | 2 |
but yet unfed below | 2 |
eurus and the western | 2 |
some with eager haste | 2 |
mix in mortal fight | 2 |
in beauty shines the | 2 |
kindness to my kindred | 2 |
kiss my parting breath | 2 |
tenor of my mind | 2 |
coward blot your brothers | 2 |
i submit my streams | 2 |
far beyond his years | 2 |
the shore from the | 2 |
convey thro foes and | 2 |
king denied to lend | 2 |
death with pleasure i | 2 |
knot and makes the | 2 |
inflamd with rage the | 2 |
gave the name of | 2 |
and for multitudes atone | 2 |
that ever bore the | 2 |
dangers to pursue the | 2 |
bleeding creature issues from | 2 |
he first commissions to | 2 |
and hope a calmer | 2 |
just revenge the tuscans | 2 |
run with blood around | 2 |
in equal field to | 2 |
bend the bow young | 2 |
then with their sharpend | 2 |
io now with horns | 2 |
by a hollow rock | 2 |
what words can paint | 2 |
came streaming on her | 2 |
what his sire possessd | 2 |
and immortal hate tend | 2 |
soul in that vile | 2 |
large forgetful draughts to | 2 |
bleak shore now lies | 2 |
bade him boldly tell | 2 |
by those holy rites | 2 |
and the bones unburnd | 2 |
and zeal of slaughter | 2 |
takes a steepy stand | 2 |
his shining falchion sheathd | 2 |
her shrieks and clamours | 2 |
to thy lovers hand | 2 |
which he will equal | 2 |
and then surround the | 2 |
and raise a shouting | 2 |
you turnd the fire | 2 |
sinks the giant with | 2 |
land where safe he | 2 |
to low a noble | 2 |
her staggring steps command | 2 |
the nocturnal sacrifice begun | 2 |
the peaceful universe with | 2 |
glad attendants in long | 2 |
and all his men | 2 |
new example wanted yet | 2 |
and inches to the | 2 |
slaughter fires their souls | 2 |
excluded with their foes | 2 |
shivring at the sacred | 2 |
the prince encounterd him | 2 |
once his falchion found | 2 |
to gain th ausonian | 2 |
chiefs of mighty fame | 2 |
tiger thro the foaming | 2 |
world misguide to libyan | 2 |
that gild her sable | 2 |
single virtue trust the | 2 |
whole herds of slaughterd | 2 |
i submitted to the | 2 |
the pleasd people rend | 2 |
had been contracted in | 2 |
thus their factious minds | 2 |
was built of old | 2 |
stalking oer the flood | 2 |
bright with radiant beams | 2 |
thrice he sprinkled round | 2 |
the traitor vainly weep | 2 |
oer the lofty gate | 2 |
his fainting foe oppressd | 2 |
to the void advancd | 2 |
the rival vessels row | 2 |
aiming still at more | 2 |
gaulish king in single | 2 |
runs with eager haste | 2 |
soul is still the | 2 |
added fuel to their | 2 |
their backs a mighty | 2 |
when death has once | 2 |
the last in order | 2 |
of the thracian race | 2 |
calls into my mind | 2 |
then mnestheus to the | 2 |
share your equal vows | 2 |
rouse to dare their | 2 |
the next returning sun | 2 |
the left foot naked | 2 |
the callow down began | 2 |
ascanius justly may complain | 2 |
sight the nether ground | 2 |
their exercise the chase | 2 |
course from afric to | 2 |
the last sigh her | 2 |
stern goddess stands unmovd | 2 |
that long had stood | 2 |
but secret shelves too | 2 |
the lazy war with | 2 |
seek to know their | 2 |
she had in view | 2 |
all his toils expressd | 2 |
us in the course | 2 |
plagues and with dry | 2 |
the vanquishd and the | 2 |
abandond by the care | 2 |
and land and sea | 2 |
the heads of nisus | 2 |
years the crown shall | 2 |
the feasts are doubled | 2 |
dares wait his dastard | 2 |
the spoils of mezentius | 2 |
drag in chains their | 2 |
father and a king | 2 |
nimble tongues they brandishd | 2 |
return your exild race | 2 |
wakeful night in feasts | 2 |
stem the torrent of | 2 |
usurpd by strangers or | 2 |
and happy omens draws | 2 |
rage possessd her trembling | 2 |
looks and garb confess | 2 |
bold attempt shall have | 2 |
steep and now three | 2 |
opposite in arms to | 2 |
victims at your altars | 2 |
blames his tardy troops | 2 |
without number for their | 2 |
which no suffrings can | 2 |
with his tender tears | 2 |
with the venom which | 2 |
your ships are drivn | 2 |
the groans of ghosts | 2 |
glad to think of | 2 |
at bay from far | 2 |
lovd lausus by my | 2 |
and claims his right | 2 |
to the lust of | 2 |
that vows be paid | 2 |
bull that seems to | 2 |
italy not only lost | 2 |
should i name idomeneus | 2 |
if jove and heavn | 2 |
on the shield divinely | 2 |
heavn beheld the sight | 2 |
and a seamans oar | 2 |
and adds new ills | 2 |
back supports the starry | 2 |
what other chance conducts | 2 |
above the waist he | 2 |
ilian towrs and priams | 2 |
and laid him on | 2 |
mountains height with rapid | 2 |
weak voice deceivd their | 2 |
compassion of our woes | 2 |
and urgd us once | 2 |
from either army fly | 2 |
offerd bulls of purple | 2 |
of blood may both | 2 |
those horrid crimes repeat | 2 |
lasting concord from this | 2 |
his long protended spear | 2 |
but by the faithful | 2 |
which in his buckler | 2 |
useless for the fight | 2 |
here to fix our | 2 |
all a ghost can | 2 |
and strangers in your | 2 |
and promises him his | 2 |
rites of sacrifice prepare | 2 |
such balmy words he | 2 |
but first to heavn | 2 |
causes of their way | 2 |
against the steed he | 2 |
the thongs were thrust | 2 |
was the combat in | 2 |
the king of men | 2 |
they would retrieve the | 2 |
the fleet is soon | 2 |
of these he chose | 2 |
giant brothers guard the | 2 |
have the faithful shore | 2 |
with the damnd perpetual | 2 |
mountains brow we saw | 2 |
the vengeance of her | 2 |
oer with unchewd morsels | 2 |
plates on which you | 2 |
vessel groans beneath the | 2 |
new strength suffice th | 2 |
dreams on evry leaf | 2 |
new kind of combat | 2 |
not the fierce driver | 2 |
a friend and sister | 2 |
nor length of time | 2 |
for ornaments of scenes | 2 |
evn pluto hates his | 2 |
skilld in future fate | 2 |
issuing smoke his nostrils | 2 |
raisd her head above | 2 |
depth of tartarus descends | 2 |
voices issued from her | 2 |
by jealousy to madness | 2 |
in the last sigh | 2 |
seems to meditate the | 2 |
plate the sideboards shine | 2 |
of the cretan queen | 2 |
his youth along the | 2 |
the fault of one | 2 |
and the grecian name | 2 |
silvius after these appears | 2 |
mighty bodies with their | 2 |
behold on latian shores | 2 |
stanchd is the blood | 2 |
the palace where young | 2 |
maligner of the general | 2 |
her still in sight | 2 |
addressd himself on foot | 2 |
on his unequal foe | 2 |
caverns echo to the | 2 |
renews the sad remembrance | 2 |
to fight the phrygian | 2 |
brooding on her care | 2 |
afford so great a | 2 |
now with blandishment detains | 2 |
the mounting billows with | 2 |
which from this omen | 2 |
from his bord eye | 2 |
town the dismal rumour | 2 |
seemd a virgin of | 2 |
and feed their hungry | 2 |
in this high temple | 2 |
surprisd with mortal fright | 2 |
head with ringlets of | 2 |
new ills to those | 2 |
dispersd and dashd the | 2 |
would wars with juno | 2 |
than death my crime | 2 |
of his unwary foe | 2 |
revenge her conquring sons | 2 |
was to the body | 2 |
despair precipitates their flight | 2 |
doubtful rack of heavn | 2 |
bear no more than | 2 |
his friend the sight | 2 |
coopd within their walls | 2 |
dress with daily care | 2 |
headlong from the chair | 2 |
hide for ornament they | 2 |
the trojans and their | 2 |
tails divide the glittring | 2 |
deaths are dealt with | 2 |
yet why should he | 2 |
then adds these friendly | 2 |
the souls that throng | 2 |
and take their share | 2 |
virtue fird his breast | 2 |
and those they toss | 2 |
fierce foes a dubious | 2 |
in the covert of | 2 |
in the front appear | 2 |
and mixd with night | 2 |
water for their hands | 2 |
on the libyan shore | 2 |
you my fortune stands | 2 |
ismarus was wanting to | 2 |
the sky shrunk upward | 2 |
whose winged flight the | 2 |
you for lost creusa | 2 |
various cares in vain | 2 |
flames our burning vessels | 2 |
once a lovely maid | 2 |
oft the clashing sound | 2 |
then romulus his grandsires | 2 |
their leader to the | 2 |
the close of night | 2 |
as tis divulgd by | 2 |
and sevn at once | 2 |
strife what can thy | 2 |
beginning life from biting | 2 |
against the seas and | 2 |
seas and lands as | 2 |
to the combat calls | 2 |
our unhappy friend to | 2 |
and nocturnal rites prepare | 2 |
flaming fleets you turnd | 2 |
bulkiest bodies of the | 2 |
i behold him here | 2 |
and boast no conquest | 2 |
of th arcadian town | 2 |
are more to mine | 2 |
his steed is fierce | 2 |
with swelling canvas coverd | 2 |
pygmalions treasure left behind | 2 |
but by heavns command | 2 |
assert the native skies | 2 |
the phrygian low before | 2 |
care their pensive lord | 2 |
the furies iron beds | 2 |
make the port assignd | 2 |
natures order as they | 2 |
far transcend your fame | 2 |
what panic fear has | 2 |
a robe of tissue | 2 |
made appear her neck | 2 |
and with such vigour | 2 |
a mansion to depart | 2 |
from thy dark abodes | 2 |
now with her axs | 2 |
with her care the | 2 |
to future good our | 2 |
the pious laws of | 2 |
our farther way the | 2 |
of hunger was repressd | 2 |
his command the steeds | 2 |
fierce boreas drove against | 2 |
double tree that bears | 2 |
minds such high resentment | 2 |
when first possessd with | 2 |
there she lurkd alone | 2 |
deserves a longer date | 2 |
from hardend entrails of | 2 |
ease of my cares | 2 |
neighing steeds are to | 2 |
and latian youth debate | 2 |
turnus followd hard his | 2 |
stands with eyes dejected | 2 |
with arbitrary sway the | 2 |
of poplar boughs their | 2 |
when the wolf has | 2 |
towring rocks the narrow | 2 |
deeply drunk the purple | 2 |
that seems to meditate | 2 |
who delights in wars | 2 |
his men in chase | 2 |
with friendly voice declard | 2 |
and thro th arcadian | 2 |
pleasures of a guilty | 2 |
hung around with snowy | 2 |
foreign men of mighty | 2 |
on this face my | 2 |
till my years expire | 2 |
by minervas aid a | 2 |
new grind the blunted | 2 |
that unhappy region tends | 2 |
what greater ills hereafter | 2 |
sustains my weighty shield | 2 |
my feeble sire and | 2 |
sides the rattling thumps | 2 |
and i expect it | 2 |
promisd from his blooming | 2 |
the shoulders came the | 2 |
in wishd alliance with | 2 |
their walls so long | 2 |
life by fate assignd | 2 |
trojans with his pious | 2 |
assault the trojan train | 2 |
some scour the wide | 2 |
secure the navy lay | 2 |
and both engage with | 2 |
this he seals in | 2 |
bound one choir of | 2 |
grove there stands a | 2 |
whom death deliverd from | 2 |
first to find the | 2 |
to seek in foreign | 2 |
not swifter than the | 2 |
on golden tissue wrought | 2 |
and fird his mind | 2 |
surrounded by the flood | 2 |
sought godlike worship from | 2 |
to distance drive the | 2 |
poisd his pointed spear | 2 |
was dumb to blood | 2 |
soon she straind beyond | 2 |
bear each other down | 2 |
dogs and fowls he | 2 |
the lay records the | 2 |
innate desire of blood | 2 |
the sister wife of | 2 |
in his urn the | 2 |
his grandsires throne shall | 2 |
the crying crowd she | 2 |
by her graceful walk | 2 |
full at the temples | 2 |
hemmd with warlike foes | 2 |
what place the god | 2 |
trojan image on the | 2 |
so dido shall be | 2 |
my mother goddess led | 2 |
neptune a safe voyage | 2 |
all the troop surrounds | 2 |
her hair is crownd | 2 |
in trophies of my | 2 |
or lie along the | 2 |
plunge the latins in | 2 |
with reverence and delight | 2 |
his eyes his goddess | 2 |
in this only act | 2 |
funral pomp shall floating | 2 |
in accents not your | 2 |
gulf low to the | 2 |
to the gracious queen | 2 |
thus radiant from the | 2 |
and feel the blast | 2 |
i might have promisd | 2 |
sacrifice the pious hero | 2 |
back his galley shatterd | 2 |
five cities forge their | 2 |
high on a sylvan | 2 |
sister plague if these | 2 |
a common town for | 2 |
below the waves descend | 2 |
give leave of speech | 2 |
and catching flames infect | 2 |
she follows oer the | 2 |
lifts aloft her maiden | 2 |
people made stout for | 2 |
warrior god the latian | 2 |
arms th intruding trojan | 2 |
turnus will be slain | 2 |
and of the tyrian | 2 |
the child within the | 2 |
with a dire portent | 2 |
thy guilty breast invade | 2 |
offring his brandishd weapon | 2 |
from another quarter of | 2 |
that to the palace | 2 |
i hear another man | 2 |
ghost commands the guard | 2 |
nor minds the future | 2 |
and vanish into wind | 2 |
above her head a | 2 |
three moons their sharpend | 2 |
draw the chariot which | 2 |
anchises raisd him with | 2 |
into the same cave | 2 |
temples did with spoils | 2 |
thrice around his neck | 2 |
against a pleasing flame | 2 |
th unhopd event his | 2 |
on the tongue the | 2 |
who beleaguers round some | 2 |
with each a charger | 2 |
fetlocks of his feet | 2 |
beauty shines the great | 2 |
shore the thronging people | 2 |
kingdom of the sky | 2 |
that thou art swallowd | 2 |
some straggling foes he | 2 |
he settles in crete | 2 |
that was by heavn | 2 |
fires our shipping to | 2 |
was next her side | 2 |
their courage and their | 2 |
in vain their wanted | 2 |
summit rose a sacred | 2 |
for soon relentless pyrrhus | 2 |
pitchd along the strand | 2 |
wheels and his lovd | 2 |
resort where poor evander | 2 |
fatal place she passd | 2 |
that wash the tuscan | 2 |
shall in swiftness for | 2 |
the town the partial | 2 |
him back and share | 2 |
their fury makes an | 2 |
crowd his fury flew | 2 |
and thither all the | 2 |
mouths his flaming breath | 2 |
before thy altar led | 2 |
a thousand various thoughts | 2 |
to see their troops | 2 |
what heavn had promisd | 2 |
of future ease and | 2 |
peals attend the victor | 2 |
if you so hard | 2 |
they could not wield | 2 |
his robes around with | 2 |
was his great sire | 2 |
she sings the fates | 2 |
mixd in the bloody | 2 |
nation be the same | 2 |
eurytions artful hands had | 2 |
fight the thundrer to | 2 |
betwixt a mortal and | 2 |
place of rest foretold | 2 |
fifty handmaids in long | 2 |
his right hand ilioneus | 2 |
rosy locks the pearly | 2 |
now low on earth | 2 |
king ordains their entrance | 2 |
turnd to her foe | 2 |
walls and turrets crowd | 2 |
and tell of arms | 2 |
of dust come rolling | 2 |
fire are missive weapons | 2 |
a trusty coat of | 2 |
the hero in a | 2 |
where gentle tiber from | 2 |
the fire pursued amain | 2 |
was a huntress of | 2 |
his tuneful harp and | 2 |
has seizd your souls | 2 |
consort of the thunderer | 2 |
backward in their veins | 2 |
of seats remote from | 2 |
an ancient town was | 2 |
clamours ring on either | 2 |
from his body torn | 2 |
met upon the scout | 2 |
stand in arms prepard | 2 |
venus kindly shrouds with | 2 |
times the sun has | 2 |
fastend to the shore | 2 |
work inhuman pyrrhus plies | 2 |
and the tame youngling | 2 |
who hate the tyrant | 2 |
the slower foot prevent | 2 |
mixing with a throng | 2 |
and some with stones | 2 |
parts with manly force | 2 |
beak to press betwixt | 2 |
soul is filld with | 2 |
but for my presence | 2 |
heavier arms lay scatterd | 2 |
greater auspices of good | 2 |
either scale he lays | 2 |
latian shores a foreign | 2 |
led the hero round | 2 |
loathd the hard conditions | 2 |
can all tests endure | 2 |
abandon to the spoil | 2 |
heavn their leafy heads | 2 |
on the left presides | 2 |
bosom to the tide | 2 |
with incest some their | 2 |
juno to the stygian | 2 |
and restore the peace | 2 |
pourd to wash his | 2 |
to sustain my right | 2 |
and seek their wishd | 2 |
and sighs for pity | 2 |
and trembling in the | 2 |
go the way which | 2 |
so dear had cost | 2 |
if any ancient blood | 2 |
this endless outrage shall | 2 |
who dard in fight | 2 |
they dare supply with | 2 |
exposd to wind and | 2 |
wedgd within her breast | 2 |
complains to jupiter of | 2 |
faith to helenus be | 2 |
at her approach the | 2 |
was come their city | 2 |
soon seducd to change | 2 |
now cast your eyes | 2 |
frisks about the folds | 2 |
cleanse the polluted place | 2 |
where the fierce foes | 2 |
the care of heavn | 2 |
with bread are heapd | 2 |
dire effects too late | 2 |
th advancing troops appear | 2 |
night and one whole | 2 |
whose unresisted sway the | 2 |
would leave me free | 2 |
the wheels he fell | 2 |
thy mother all the | 2 |
shun the shameful sight | 2 |
fields of neptune take | 2 |
of the night disturb | 2 |
resting place to the | 2 |
of their past labours | 2 |
leads to turnus aid | 2 |
the mighty mother changd | 2 |
fame thro all the | 2 |
their heads his sounding | 2 |
then two twin brothers | 2 |
more the trojan walls | 2 |
with my tyrian let | 2 |
his father anchises dies | 2 |
the war was mine | 2 |
mother of the heavnly | 2 |
this news my scouts | 2 |
with their leafy greens | 2 |
stern aeneas in her | 2 |
wildly staring on the | 2 |
plumes his crest adornd | 2 |
to violate our holy | 2 |
fathers painful hand dischargd | 2 |
and passd with peril | 2 |
no golden fillet bound | 2 |
town amata proffers with | 2 |
absent prince both camp | 2 |
he rides the field | 2 |
thus while they speed | 2 |
straind acestes with a | 2 |
the double bars at | 2 |
pious reverence to the | 2 |
the trojan woman to | 2 |
and are drunk with | 2 |
which i wove with | 2 |
chance befall on either | 2 |
and meet their ardour | 2 |
let him take the | 2 |
the trophies of their | 2 |
creeks of evry winding | 2 |
chief renownd in war | 2 |
an added grace to | 2 |
made this brief reply | 2 |
this miracle have wrought | 2 |
and is it thus | 2 |
and his unwilling friends | 2 |
the plighted faith i | 2 |
its borders each their | 2 |
mixd with the first | 2 |
and soothd his sorrow | 2 |
the circling cloud he | 2 |
a revrend priest appears | 2 |
names from pergamus his | 2 |
and evry guest was | 2 |
the raging winds rush | 2 |
needlework its happy cost | 2 |
heaps of trojans by | 2 |
same parts on earth | 2 |
the rapid heavns rolld | 2 |
then provoke the war | 2 |
the sacred priestess to | 2 |
born of seed divine | 2 |
wash off the seaweeds | 2 |
drivn along by winds | 2 |
and ocean in her | 2 |
by whom his menacing | 2 |
some their daughters bed | 2 |
what we seek of | 2 |
of his house reveals | 2 |
have reversd my firm | 2 |
a beard of ice | 2 |
corpse is doomd on | 2 |
these in the body | 2 |
the raging flame devours | 2 |
increasd them with my | 2 |
flowing hair a golden | 2 |
in grecian bodies under | 2 |
pressd in his arms | 2 |
like domestic slaves obeyd | 2 |
now fix your sight | 2 |
his heavy limbs on | 2 |
towring tree of jove | 2 |
of pallas had withstood | 2 |
let thy phrygians conquer | 2 |
promisd my lavinia for | 2 |
fortune of your arms | 2 |
those pull the bulwarks | 2 |
father taught my childhood | 2 |
there amidst the sacred | 2 |
the love of horses | 2 |
from lands to lands | 2 |
eager with his beak | 2 |
her purple habit sits | 2 |
and moment i expire | 2 |
and the cyclops den | 2 |
of shining worth and | 2 |
not knowing what his | 2 |
fires some of his | 2 |
he bear his lance | 2 |
i resign my right | 2 |
that haunt the borders | 2 |
tell of prodigies and | 2 |
dire glutton grinds the | 2 |
labring underneath the pondrous | 2 |
her nightly race had | 2 |
by fortunes powr in | 2 |
by turns descend below | 2 |
now follow cheerful to | 2 |
race is doomd to | 2 |
other forms the military | 2 |
and the sound of | 2 |
stately pile they rear | 2 |
with golden buckles bound | 2 |
and labours in his | 2 |
or in the pride | 2 |
thou the proud rutulians | 2 |
causd an error in | 2 |
and smeard all oer | 2 |
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confines of the blest | 2 |
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joyful to the little | 2 |
bear my mangled body | 2 |
can weep the sorrows | 2 |
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the clouds is thrown | 2 |
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how i recall anchises | 2 |
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valour force their fortune | 2 |
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