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this way and that16
the middle of the14
see note on book11
was one of the9
in the middle of9
in front of the8
was the son of8
and all the gods7
the father of the7
this side and that7
the men of troy7
with his left hand7
the son of hyrtacus7
of the gods and6
mother of the gods6
of all the world6
the fortunes of the6
at the sight of6
on this side and6
many and many a6
father of the gods6
the lord of fire6
and in the midst6
to right and left6
the earth and sea6
by land and sea6
called the gods to6
and called the gods6
the sons of atreus6
from side to side6
and all the house5
it may not be5
the image of the5
with the best mss5
to the walls of5
was the father of5
the bay of naples5
and with these words5
thrice and four times5
in the midst of5
far and wide the5
the mother of the5
out of all the5
and more and more5
the name of the5
but when he saw5
the story of the5
and all the world5
and all the host5
in the hands of5
the stars of heaven5
and the fields of5
the sons of troy5
the light of day5
from all the world5
the temple of the5
forefront of the fight5
through the midst of5
with point and edge5
omitted with the best5
the father of gods5
the fates of rome5
such were the words5
the rising of the5
earth and air and5
through all the world5
in gold and purple5
his way to the5
as the word he5
temples of the gods5
when he saw the5
of gods and men5
scarce had he said4
the aeneid of virgil4
the shock of battle4
close on everlasting night4
there is a place4
tamer of the steed4
the summit of the4
from the depths of4
to the ships and4
on the banks of4
the battle of actium4
of the lower world4
as many as the4
the courts of the4
rising of the sun4
the towers of rome4
in the toils of4
of the king of4
the walls of troy4
if in any wise4
in the under world4
and all the earth4
along the winding shore4
of men of old4
of the hardy heart4
with the blood of4
the rest of the4
the likeness of his4
the horses of the4
and in a moment4
and king of men4
and all at once4
the trojans from their4
the glory of the4
the son of othrys4
gods and king of4
the high house of4
of ocean and the4
forth from out the4
father of gods and4
the circle of the4
the secrets of the4
in the depth of4
such words as this4
are the gates of4
he spake the word4
rest and iron slumber4
lord of fire had4
the sire of gods4
them as they go4
dido and the trojan4
all the force of4
note on book vi4
the gods to aid4
the altar and the4
of the worship of4
is said to have4
the margin of the4
so soon as the4
iron slumber seal his4
after the battle of4
and iron slumber seal4
wondrous to be told4
of the civil war4
so the fates ordain4
as tells the tale4
in the house of4
in the forefront of4
from the height of4
of all the gods4
such words as these4
sheep of two years4
the fates will find4
to the shades below4
the fount of nile4
of gods and king4
and far and wide4
the wife of doryclus4
swifter than the wind4
scorner of the gods4
horses of the sun4
in honour of the4
lead him to the4
that is to say4
the gods to hear4
of two years old4
the land of saturn3
here and there the3
on the field of3
and now they drew3
so soon as he3
in days of old3
weight of gold and3
and both his hands3
an island in the3
the stars in heaven3
fates will find a3
note on book iii3
on the lofty stern3
and the cries of3
message to your king3
the hearts of men3
they drew nigh the3
and the stars that3
not one of all3
and the river of3
the first of all3
swing out the oars3
and in her flight3
on the yellow sand3
from right and left3
put an end to3
the mighty under shield3
in days gone by3
till the third summer3
through all the gates3
on his shoulders the3
in weed of war3
thou dost not know3
the day is come3
the son of tydeus3
the air of heaven3
the belly of the3
in the very gateway3
first of all with3
more than all the3
tamer of the horse3
of heaven and hell3
and the lust of3
device or in what3
and on the deep3
and the shore of3
one boon i ask3
empire of the world3
and thus in words3
in the pride of3
by her own hand3
the two sons of3
to the chamber of3
a xanthus and a3
trust not the horse3
with what device or3
these words of mine3
gnashing his teeth and3
to the spirit of3
presses hotly on his3
on the mountain heights3
the goddess of the3
follow on thy way3
hand shall give thee3
in sleep and wine3
on the winding shore3
have a mind to3
smouldering on the ground3
the hand of him3
a cry goes up3
in the south of3
but when she saw3
of the war and3
the jaws of hell3
all the tale of3
the end is come3
and all the winds3
shall the land of3
thee and thine arms3
the centre of the3
from off the mountain3
on an unknown shore3
many a thing of3
of the sea and3
thundered on the left3
and all the blood3
in the days of3
and ever and again3
with her right hand3
by the banks of3
the bird of jove3
shall be the end3
to the courts of3
let us follow where3
the saffron bed of3
for many a year3
driven by the wind3
out of sight of3
and all the sea3
the answer of the3
on every side the3
to join battle with3
the ruler of the3
the empire of the3
through his ribs and3
the house of lords3
with his own hand3
thing i beseech thee3
not far from here3
was the king of3
their brows bound with3
loved his hapless friend3
upon the yellow sand3
in his hand two3
as he spake the3
the banks of rhine3
or in what hope3
of many a man3
and so at last3
they wend their ways3
the days of old3
all the best mss3
if fame be true3
me to the greeks3
hand to hand and3
a bull to neptune3
likeness of his own3
no heart to bear3
to meet aeneas in3
and chief of all3
let turnus seek his3
with all the best3
and all the mountain3
said to have been3
the daughter of saturn3
in the courts of3
the author of the3
they bare their backs3
and here and there3
but none the less3
such words to tell3
and others of the3
the accents faltered on3
in days of yore3
thought to burst the3
and on his shoulders3
the heart of him3
the land of romulus3
over all the field3
through the liquid air3
to the under world3
with his length of3
what device or in3
yield we to phoebus3
secrets of the world3
in the face of3
thus in words of3
the minds of men3
on the dry beach3
of the earth and3
the groans of those3
thus with roseate lips3
with these words he3
for what do i3
the forefront of the3
silver and of gold3
and the man who3
the weapons of the3
the topmost of the3
and on what shore3
the beast of lerna3
amidmost of the foe3
from floor to floor3
the force of the3
a grove before the3
so speaks he weeping3
earth and sea and3
with foot and spear3
in his breast the3
the labours of the3
battle hand to hand3
the age of gold3
at the age of3
the home of the3
of his sire of3
sire of gods and3
of silver and of3
of silver and gold3
join battle with the3
and tell the stars3
to go to the3
wide the door of3
and with a bound3
by the heavenly powers3
lying along the grass3
the measure of their3
of sky and sea3
all the race of3
through the fleet air3
the midmost of the3
feign it vowed for3
up to the starry3
the tamer of the3
down the tide of3
of the land and3
the tale be true3
is in the hands3
what shall he do3
the wrath of heaven3
in the grove of3
under high troy town3
as one of the3
in the midmost of3
the guardian of the3
many a purple fold3
the legend was that3
with the bones of3
the queen of heaven3
the shores of crete3
the old man spoke3
all the world the3
the breathing of the3
you with my store3
and sweep through the3
the soothsayer thus began3
the powers of heaven3
was the daughter of3
grim rest and iron3
this hand shall give3
the inmost of his3
i rush to arms3
at the foot of3
the latins turn their3
at the battle of3
his name and race3
in forefront of the3
by the waves and3
the fame alone of3
was a river in3
and on the air3
the field of fight3
the treachery of the3
of such a mighty3
and over all the3
and air and sea3
the seed of saturn3
of the stars and3
of the roman race3
the altar of the3
and leaves the trunk3
the eldest of the3
lay thee in the3
send him back to3
the ashes of the3
the light of heaven3
and so caused the3
history of the roman3
the tide of battle3
treachery of the grecians3
and the accents faltered3
their backs in flight3
for the hand of3
the dreams of sleep3
and mingles with the3
the son of the3
such a word she3
him on these shoulders3
him in the face3
turnus seek his own3
all glad at heart3
the dead of night3
on this hand and3
for so great a3
of italy and the3
as is shown by3
the features of the3
all the world is3
warder of the gate3
from the latin city3
of men and things3
first of all the3
the number of his3
the doors are torn3
had he spoken thus3
and all for nought3
his length of keel3
the breezes of the3
mistress of the world3
deep in his throat3
issue from the camp3
from midmost of the3
and side by side3
dash into the fray3
the walls of war3
the turmoil of the3
the face of heaven3
against the foe to3
and all that is3
the sons of tyrrheus3
so great a name3
and the sound of3
to the gods of3
on the open plain3
his own right hand3
the walls of rome3
on either hand a3
temple of the gods3
will find a way3
shall pay the penalty3
when he saw how3
in the midst a3
in the midst is3
at the close of3
all the world beneath3
and the tide of3
the dress he wore3
in a grove before3
the fury of the3
his hand two broad3
bodies of the slain3
and so the fates3
the ramparts and the3
is shown by the3
there he lay upon3
and all the tale3
the land and sea3
close hand to hand3
again and yet again3
if the tale be3
to the story of3
the southern part of3
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the dwellings of the3
with fire and sword3
the burning of the3
identified with the greek3
and the city of3
him as he lay3
the gods to witness3
of gold and ivory3
the altars of the3
of the roman empire3
and bodies of the3
the river and the3
when i am dead3
all the while the3
open now the gates2
it on the shore2
then the lord omnipotent2
rulers of the land2
a shout goes up2
his proper right to2
to them in vain2
if a way there2
and cheers on his2
virgil translated into english2
by the walls of2
of the death that2
keep my pallas safe2
turns the pole with2
forth from his mouth2
upon their way with2
break the silence of2
through his arm the2
but a bay and2
very hands had wrought2
one and all they2
am vanquished by aeneas2
then dido and the2
so amid the battle2
drew near the wall2
for the sake of2
the youth of troy2
and all the haven2
and to the gods2
a dusky shower drew2
from his hiding place2
i learn to succour2
in a strange land2
the love of mars2
way and that his2
fall the teucrians on2
and ope the gates2
ye lack from king2
where hurriest thou again2
and called upon the2
translation of the aeneid2
that fell from heaven2
and turnus and his2
from augustus to charlemagne2
to hear his vows2
rank herbs are sought2
unless they yield them2
from the other side2
to wage the war2
stiff with gold and2
down the wind for2
in his own name2
and tracks his man2
with all his strength2
withdraw not from our2
him fall before his2
forth from his work2
the founder of the2
night and day the2
and hurry to the2
on this side are2
many a winding fold2
buried in drunken sleep2
was changed into a2
with aeneas from the2
way and that their2
bear up against the2
and in their hearts2
a sea of ships2
is the town of2
if that be glory2
flowed into the sea2
whose waters i run2
a word doth say2
the sweep of oars2
in his throat the2
the world beneath his2
the latin realm to2
the standards of the2
for the stain of2
a pathway through the2
have found their way2
with sword in hand2
them on the strand2
of the people and2
gods of heaven and2
the world and all2
embers of the fire2
driven on the libyan2
and stayed his steps2
of blood and brains2
the trojans through the2
on the sword and2
that all the earth2
no sound is heard2
to the stars in2
was the time when2
ring out again with2
that rule the earth2
with vows and prayer2
glad in the gods2
with shouts of triumph2
open day and night2
as when in fierce2
by the cold river2
pole with burning stars2
foot things shake down2
suppliant at thy door2
the arms of kings2
on it the arms2
may the gods give2
for all that he2
iris down the sky2
breaks up the hollow2
the oracle of hammon2
be a joy to2
at the open gates2
the side of the2
and guardian of the2
him with the dead2
whence through nine mouths2
this cry pursued her2
rough seas i swear2
wilt thou not first2
and calls the gods2
face and raiment of2
then he bids slay2
full in face of2
the darkness of the2
the blame should bear2
a little space his2
the place was called2
so great as this2
the hour shall come2
rumour is that a2
i send you forth2
nor did they know2
and sends his spear2
i have a daughter2
and prayed the gods2
now they bare their2
i am vanquished by2
the earth and skies2
on the solitary shore2
man by his name2
is the name of2
from all the town2
with burning stars bestrown2
they drew anigh the2
east wind and west2
and drawing back his2
yet for a little2
from sea to sea2
other after the battle2
comeliest of the train2
deep tract of hell2
so great a world2
from every side and2
when at last he2
decision with the sword2
in first of fight2
of conington and nettleship2
in the war with2
the loins he came2
the name of troy2
forehead in the clouds2
the hand of venus2
and shot the warp2
the glory of his2
but it may be2
down at the thwarts2
venus and the fates2
the straits of messina2
and a voice is2
the rough seas i2
as they go to2
the spirit of the2
leading a mighty host2
setting stars counsel to2
with this cry pursued2
may come to pass2
his decks with flame2
him on the plain2
the cities of the2
longer in the dark2
it nought but italy2
what of the boy2
for we are not2
when from off the2
all the sons of2
the chances of the2
startled by the sudden2
wild beasts in the2
of a greater war2
seek out your ancient2
teucrians to the fight2
the cradle of our2
more the land in2
for himself the first2
him of his grace2
all the town in2
they leave the mountain2
our folk saw cacus2
then plunged into the2
and through the midst2
the head of remulus2
in the hand of2
no steeds of diomede2
and look to it2
of fortune and her2
and on the earth2
favour of the gods2
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paphos and her home2
them as fellows to2
the great glory of2
and forced them to2
the city gates and2
them with the sword2
as earth brings forth2
weight of silver and2
and casts not a2
drown me in the2
i know i am2
to look upon his2
quivering light of water2
and full in face2
aeneian house shall reign2
the child of epytus2
is decidedly in favour2
in through all the2
the priestess calls the2
was directly inspired by2
too may seek a2
mighty in arms and2
from the lofty stern2
follow him in fight2
from a mound afar2
of the earth were2
breezes of the west2
and in the end2
round the trojan wall2
from the loins he2
very midmost of the2
their fates and fortunes2
the gods against the2
about the meadows wide2
and trembled at the2
they heard his words2
in pride of place2
with hands tied behind2
cries of men and2
but now the father2
sink the argives in2
the latest hour of2
limits of the sea2
latins sit and see2
orient ray sprinkled the2
of this passage is2
the wrath of the2
the empty house she2
east and west he2
with spear and shield2
on the right hand2
aeneas in single combat2
he takes the tale2
the water of the2
midmost of the foe2
as though all carthage2
the transmigration of souls2
the glittering falchion from2
the safety of the2
in the temple of2
in shelter of the2
the city is a2
booty of a world2
in a sheltered bay2
the fields of laurentum2
then spake the father2
in eager haste the2
where shall i follow2
as though it were2
and with a mighty2
trouble for my sake2
in torrents comes the2
it the arms that2
sunk in sleep and2
boding signs from heaven2
gods of ancient days2
in fury and despair2
the houses of the2
or whither hold you2
spelling has been left2
the augury they taught2
thine age is worthier2
achilles in his chariot2
and sons of sons2
gods and jove himself2
ilium and the great2
centres of the worship2
while others fill the2
for peace we pray2
then on the shore2
bravest of the greeks2
him in his bed2
and filled it with2
who alone of all2
and from the depths2
surf and sand mix2
speed you with my2
he lay upon the2
we too may seek2
in on either hand2
his lids close on2
the hollow wood they2
part of heaven where2
presses to his prey2
and hurled his javelin2
battle in the blinding2
on earth all creatures2
ewes in manner due2
from off the mound2
turn their prows to2
all the house of2
of the augustan age2
for ever in his2
by the rough seas2
from the shore and2
dragged not to death2
the gates of helicon2
in the wood of2
round the walls of2
and rough with tracery2
most valiant in arms2
and speed you with2
her burning eyes in2
lay at his feet2
but not in words2
the god to aid2
the argives in the2
alone of all the2
serpents in her hair2
and draw nigh thy2
now they drew nigh2
the genius of the2
laid out for burial2
his face wet with2
no wise am i2
twice ten ships of2
fought against the gods2
and the fatal sisters2
the death of men2
fired by his words2
before the faces of2
the tumult of the2
blaring of the horn2
splendid in gold and2
was the ancient name2
the priest of the2
to speak unto the2
he who cut the2
to meet him with2
the gods give thee2
and pile the altars2
oft and so oft2
wage a civil war2
her hand on her2
they have found their2
their prows to land2
a woman leads the2
woman mingled with a2
night and a day2
brood about her teats2
and with a gasp2
to the promontory of2
arrow from the string2
all the land chaonia2
if thy heart should2
where the rich daughter2
their hearts stood still2
excellent in beauty and2
on them as they2
and with his hands2
fear fell on our2
from field to field2
are the first to2
of his father anchises2
and the bridal bed2
the height of power2
the might of rome2
the oaks on the2
a great sow shall2
amidst of all the2
will i send you2
than behold such stain2
teach me the way2
he only loved his2
gods of my fathers2
down the sky to2
in the camp was2
blind with lust of2
the threshold of the2
from blood ausonian sprung2
of the grecian race2
and the gods adore2
slackly on the field2
while ever and again2
as when the sea2
and meets them on2
worn out at last2
thou shalt behold the2
and hand to hand2
round all the gates2
the ruin of all2
a most pitiful slaughter2
from the likeness of2
i see them scattered2
from house and field2
but good aeneas seeks2
to the eyes of2
in all points like2
purpose of my mind2
spoke the last words2
beasts are wont in2
and lit on the2
him who led them2
a younger race have2
he chooseth from the2
the chamber of his2
the hour of need2
on the deep by2
when turnus saw the2
business of her rising2
of the gods the2
the tongues of men2
soothsayer thus began to2
laugh to see him2
his mouth thus answers2
brought the sun again2
was the wife of2
in secret to the2
there at rest in2
the victory is ours2
the citadel of troy2
and holdfast of the2
story referred to is2
twain are the gates2
the town of the2
delight to drive in2
the city of latinus2
powers of heaven are2
so to the chamber2
over the open plain2
to the hilt in2
thou shalt be ours2
a bay and roadstead2
when the war began2
glowing in the stygian2
of bridal torch and2
dearer to me than2
all the house undo2
of troy lies tenedos2
bones of many a2
stuck fast in the2
man who lofty argos2
from altar to altar2
answer of the king2
on all hands in2
the black squall had2
in earth and air2
to bear the yoke2
in a letter to2
bull sent by neptune2
on the table poured2
the warden of the2
such a world of2
from the heart of2
grove before the city2
in her breast the2
of such a monstrous2
so oft and oft2
amidmost of the strain2
i poise and hurl2
hears and sees him2
the high king of2
into the city of2
the ancient name of2
fell in love with2
be it mine to2
books of the aeneid2
far off on the2
for me my teucrians2
the ills to come2
so let her come2
were swallowed by the2
the flames of the2
loose the sheets and2
in his right hand2
a word she said2
image of my father2
high on a hill2
ancient pile of stone2
dusky shower drew up2
knees pressed against the2
woven with hooks of2
burning for the fray2
and many a thing2
no trouble for his2
and draw nigh the2
the trojans and their2
shalt thou see the2
with lust of gold2
and fall of the2
bear the welcome news2
and the gods of2
to follow him in2
european morals from augustus2
whom the nymph dryope2
things and household gods2
ease me of my2
drooping eyelids close on2
let him fall before2
limbs in quiet rest2
on the left hand2
see the note to2
the aeneadae and the2
if the sight of2
duke of dardan men2
the bridle and the2
all the turmoil of2
pool soever holds thy2
to the mother of2
when the chieftain saw2
as brave men should2
and with the words2
by the ocean wave2
yet needs must thou2
in peace or war2
and sergestus and brave2
hope for aught but2
with quiver and a2
and fill the tale2
be stung to shame2
and stir the song2
and sceptre of my2
him face to face2
and leave their camp2
there upon the yellow2
of the blood of2
of gems and gold2
will i give thee2
the salt flood and2
tides of shame and2
and from all the2
hundred years they wander2
a thousand men who2
the clasp of gold2
to tie the purple2
spoils stripped from the2
the gauls were there2
call it nought but2
the tramp of feet2
for the civil war2
strike on his ear2
from out the hollow2
swift ran the chilly2
for twice six days2
achates at his side2
when they at last2
the coming of aeneas2
when they see him2
the dead and dying2
on the other side2
knot and holdfast of2
in the passage of2
and greece were mourning2
of the dead and2
fail to find a2
and from a single2
the onset of the2
them turn the prow2
shall i follow thee2
is cast from the2
wander at their will2
heart in such wise2
the air the answer2
the last flicker of2
thy trust in me2
him to the ground2
portents of the gods2
the trojans from the2
master of the fire2
from amid the enemy2
most like to fluttering2
on his left arm2
hence shalt thou see2
his awful nod made2
the hands of you2
gladdens at the guile2
for such a deed2
at the name of2
a way there be2
and swifter than his2
and thus he spake2
will be good to2
to see with eye2
the surface of the2
from the bows and2
the arms of caesar2
and sharpen the sword2
and there he saw2
away on his shoulders2
with gold and purple2
one boon i beg2
mistress of the seas2
the daughter of the2
set foot on the2
in possession of the2
and in the middle2
groves that none may2
and drew near the2
cast from the prow2
the lists of fight2
an ancient pile of2
nor in my madness2
a thousand men he2
the folk of italy2
of sea and sky2
the face of that2
the glitter of the2
by his side and2
the hollows of the2
of italy and troy2
and dashed him headlong2
the foe draw nigh2
the hush of night2
ready for the play2
load them with the2
in the front rank2
helmets and brave bodies2
and wet with myrrh2
him to the town2
in days to come2
through the slender warp2
nato te filia nerei2
the cloud of war2
land no more was2
in many a glittering2
the sire of isis2
the realm of priam2
as when a lion2
let me loose from2
the changed winds roar2
let them toil and2
them within his house2
safe behind their sheltering2
wave shuddered and gloomed2
deserts of the deer2
around the neck they2
up the tale of2
in death upon the2
in sight of the2
and through the mirk2
sight of troy lies2
the deep flood and2
in all the parts2
now farrowed thirty head2
it is good to2
never known to fail2
will i make them2
shall be mine to2
other deeds shall bring2
to think he fell2
pluck the cable from2
with many a tear2
the image set in2
and mingles in the2
the first source of2
to the gods who2
is more probable that2
and by her side2
high leaps his heart2
from off the fields2
they had reached the2
as when a shepherd2
spend an inglorious life2
the feast and the2
earth and sky and2
in the first punic2
ominous and wonderful to2
ashes held her own2
on that last night2
toss up the foam2
on the summit of2
the thunder of his2
thy trouble for my2
chances of the war2
will have none of2
and the setting stars2
by night and day2
upon the naked earth2
the foremost of his2
that is now called2
both land and sea2
and brave bodies of2
the might of god2
no more do the2
and it will be2
omitted with all the2
the gathered image streams2
the bodies of the2
breathing of the wind2
as fellows to thy2
strive to gain the2
sit down at the2
three of the watery2
sweep through the seas2
glory of the stars2
then let him live2
flushed with success and2
haunter of the woodland2
the entrails of the2
once was called thy2
accents faltered on my2
and to my father2
into the shoal water2
put forth the might2
the waters of the2
glorying in his fancied2
in speeding of the2
by the rumour of2
for his father daunus2
cacus in the darkness2
from the days of2
dido wore the night2
now one of these2
catching at the rein2
while they waver and2
have left their homes2
aeneas to the skies2
my neck and shoulders2
seems to have been2
forth in his hands2
the ranks of fight2
each other after the2
temple of the god2
that scorns the light2
raiment from his shoulders2
for whose sake i2
and for the rest2
temper and soothes their2
in death on the2
in the grasp of2
from a grecian town2
the forests and the2
of the sea the2
or image of pallas2
from heaven the high2
and went his ways2
the rage of war2
shot the warp with2
they set their sails2
the greeks to be2
filled on the trinacrian2
a sea of blood2
all set to work2
tame to her hand2
then the seed of2
laid level with the2
with images and lies2
a world in arms2
with mars to aid2
with a crowd of2
the image of my2
none the less he2
adown the space of2
down to the stygian2
iulus by my side2
what dost thou not2
by the fame alone2
and gaze upon the2
on the lofty deck2
and tried in vain2
the heavenly powers and2
of the men and2
and the rest of2
latins turn their eyes2
gasping his life away2
is not free to2
and in streams of2
houses of the town2
and with pious hand2
and now they bare2
the nations of italy2
the claudian tribe and2
a thousand changing dyes2
purple light of youth2
at the last in2
meanwhile aeneas lands his2
it will be good2
turns it on all2
she thrust him back2
greeks in days that2
and with his awful2
it thundered on the2
the seed of anchises2
who cut the cord2
the ilian raiment and2
i took him in2
and turns his eyes2
genius of the ground2
shouldst have called me2
my hair rose up2
on the margin of2
and wrestle on the2
boys and unwedded girls2
and there he lay2
to the shore with2
plunged into the fight2
calling aloud on hecate2
with the spoils of2
the face with a2
by the rolling sea2
so dear a burden2
this to your king2
with such a prize2
war is no safety2
with all my tyrian2
scattered on the plains2
they seized upon the2
from out the woods2
red with many a2
in this stanza are2
on the other hand2
as he speaks the2
the faces of their2
as they sought the2
and the two sons2
the shoulders of the2
is the generation of2
the battle of thapsus2
the flames of troy2
whom none other is2
in sight of troy2
leaving the saffron bed2
in any wise the2
there was a temple2
and turns it on2
and each on each2
it is possible that2
and sky around was2
the temples of the2
the fates their doom2
of trojans and latins2
bear him to the2
on him from the2
weapons of the enemy2
wrought by the destinies2
hawser from the shore2
the spear where it2
about the middle of2
and many a danaan2
from the cruel rock2
of the morning star2
round his head the2
we encourage him to2
through the dusk of2
if no land thy2
the winner of the2
on his shoulder the2
balance of my soul2
from beneath my head2
to raise our blood2
the gates of sleep2
body with a wound2
an island off the2
and all his body2
is the time to2
and sire of gods2
and so such word2
on the plains of2
stands in amaze at2
set their sails to2
and hands and voice2
scarce had i said2
such words he pleaded2
so spake the son2
and turn their horses2
their temper and soothes2
take refuge in the2
the call to arms2
was buried under mount2
the perils of the2
the goddess who bore2
without more words he2
again she smote her2
the cable from the2
in the sense of2
in the land of2
victor of the day2
by the northern wind2
front of the doorway2
no man of italy2
his father in the2
him to the stars2
most excellent in beauty2
either hand to heaven2
all the seas have2
of my father anchises2
gates are flung open2
of priam and the2
and falling on the2
and raiment snatched away2
madness of hunger urges2
fight for such a2
in heaven and in2
in swift change of2
between sky and land2
the thickest of the2
art worthy of the2
the land in sight2
nor in the camp2
with the words of2
the duke of dardan2
in iron by his2
this strong hand to2
trouble for his own2
note to book i2
plunge in the ocean2
in the jaws of2
when pallas deemed him2
were the words he2
laughed to see him2
juno daughter of saturn2
to paphos and her2
it was i had2
nameless corpse is he2
thou seest the deep2
of arms and the2
for since by fate2
and curse the land2
calls the gods to2
he hurls his javelin2
shake down the dusty2
of his mouth thus2
where once was troy2
that a younger race2
dost thou not compel2
on his valorous breast2
the pole with burning2
of the sun to2
he ran to aid2
the city bent his2
the eyes of men2
as his eyes survey2
cables from the shore2
out your ancient mother2
for thee i feared2
and the boy ascanius2
he shut himself in2
they go all the2
rest weighed down his2
the groves of trivia2
pour in through all2
as a wild beast2
the hands of men2
when he saw aeneas2
on the north coast2
the sands of nile2
the master of the2
he looked to see2
foison of the clod2
this monster was the2
the voices of the2
decidedly in favour of2
when she saw the2
access to the sea2
the things to come2
such prodigies as these2
and sink the argives2
capys and the rest2
the words he spake2
sown on an alien2
and helms of men2
but face to face2
as she clapped her2
and townward turn his2
now rumour is that2
them as they went2
son of venus and2
deeds shall bring me2
shalt thou learn of2
the clash of arms2
and now no rumour2
awful nod made all2
a garland of green2
in answer to the2
after hunger is driven2
into the pagasaean gulf2
they turn them in2
and such a word2
hapless friend too well2
all the works of2
of the camp and2
that earth and sea2
will i pour down2
was said to have2
had been the last2
water of the well2
of all the latin2
on either side the2
is that a younger2
whither hold you your2
him glittering in arms2
words of his mouth2
on side by side2
in the final scene2
sky around was spread2
the banks of the2
by the shade of2
glory of great deeds2
this is the tiber2
sterns are grounded on2
the care of the2
blocked the doorway with2
let the fortune of2
silver and rough with2
rises from the sea2
up toward the stars2
to your king to2
to this your land2
or the grace of2
was a son of2
him turn his back2
with store of gold2
as the likeness of2
under the name of2
make them ready for2
the comeliest of the2
and sought in flight2
ever and again the2
with the news through2
loathed the war in2
on the green bank2
the tide of wrath2
smit by the sun2
meet aeneas in single2
of heavy gold and2
on the walls and2
light is the loss2
me of my own2
and stretches on the2
these folks as one2
it to the hilt2
his son and the2
of sight of sicily2
the skirts of the2
to lead the dance2
sheer into the sea2
spake the word and2
in a wide circle2
the silence of the2
of fire had fashioned2
in his hand the2
bid them as fellows2
good aeneas give thee2
and ever with his2
to have been the2
of thee and thine2
wrought in silver and2
had given him for2
and there at last2
earth fails for flight2
calling each by name2
the rivers yet unknown2
nor is there any2
no more she heedeth2
the fight is fought2
at last in one2
crest upon his helm2
had chased the stars2
promise to thy sire2
so the fates decreed2
had led his son2
master of the waves2
in no wise am2
the setting stars counsel2
folk of italy and2
source of all that2
as when a snake2
offerings year by year2
or wash thy wounds2
all the lore of2
pierced in twelve places2
hold you your way2
from the trojan war2
the site of rome2
see note on stanza2
in hope and fear2
of men and beasts2
now they drew anigh2
nor yet her soul2
when turnus sees the2
the nearest to the2
mine to share with2
was regarded as the2
gold about her neck2
from whom is the2
for the madness of2
swept all before them2
it on all hands2
and now the more2
last gifts of thy2
set for a landmark2
his deeds of shame2
red with the blood2
trojans from their walls2
by the will of2
sent to tiburtine remulus2
and cut down the2
from every side the2
i give to thee2
refuge in the same2
thy length of days2
quarter of the sky2
and water from the2
authority is decidedly in2
may be yet to2
and blaring of the2
where thou seest the2
comes in sight of2
and to and fro2
night that never dies2
we follow on thy2
of the gods i2
had dared to violate2
of the realm of2
in fighting for their2
the ears of the2
of virgil translated into2
very king and lord2
have called me to2
and make a broad2
sent on before to2
the sterns are grounded2
the gleanings of the2
and laugh to see2
now but a bay2
his head and shoulders2
nor those who dwell2
few words will i2
beneath the circle of2
when he beheld the2
of iron and brass2
from his purpose stayed2
belly of the beast2
and all the city2
the flower of latium2
look him in the2
they who in their2
the air was full2
the mistress of the2
to found the roman2
of men and gods2
walls of war he2
on our common god2
nor thy voice of2
and with weeping eyes2
the host of rutuli2
that are to be2
thee from the fire2
as when two cloud2
entrails into the salt2
with wine and slumber2
bring through the air2
earth and all her2
and the trojan captain2
and high in heaven2
is the land that2
latest day of happy2
break thou the phrygian2
the meaning of this2
a stalk of dittany2
for such a prize2
himself were here to2
beat their breasts and2
in arms and foison2
the flames and foe2
the trojan camp and2
one of the chief2
three ships the south2
to win the foremost2
saffron bed of tithonus2
in a flutter of2
all the thunder of2
two sons of atreus2
as the morrow bathed2
it pierced the shield2
the sword and shield2
of all the fleet2
the race of rome2
this speech allayed my2
the rest of their2
the house a marble2
is the loss of2
the breaking of the2
the midst of the2
on his way to2
blue cloud drew up2
and slain by the2
the covering of the2
and through his ribs2
from midst the foe2
time to call for2
with the balance of2
snatch him from the2
hard rest weighed down2
i send him back2
and those who drank2
loins he came of2
buried under mount etna2
himself among the foremost2
the moon on high2
the tale of crime2
through the spacious vault2
to force the gates2
the sea and the2
if the name of2
here fled the greeks2
in goodness as in2
the gauls under brennus2
that she alone must2
it is i who2
in the covering of2
and through the liquid2
and blare of trumpets2
they strip the altars2
thy promise to thy2
their own sun and2
now is the time2
his arm the spear2
from the high stern2
triple chain of gold2
to issue from the2
is away and ignorant2
and many a time2
but with the word2
from east to west2
at his command to2
it lost its mother2
the ships they bear2
thrice away from out2
the father whom i2
from pole to pole2
mnestheus and valiant serestus2
and all the turmoil2
slumber fell on him2
in these words of2
to furnish forth the2
their xanthus and their2
a thing of priam2
made his way to2
with claws of gold2
down from the mountains2
thirty head of young2
and the springs of2
his hand and voice2
any such there be2
do i behold thee2
no longer rise the2
the blood of teucer2
to found a city2
the final scene of2
keep watch along the2
the war in vain2
have fallen under the2
but day by day2
and in the groin2
under the oaks on2
and whence they come2
spear with all his2
sent by his father2
hand to hand with2
up to the stars2
fighting for their country2
spear whistling from far2
that part of heaven2
the heights in arms2
where way is none2
and called the god2
from his inmost breast2
and ye may tell2
of the boy ascanius2
a list of the2
of the moon and2
foaming to the main2
they may break the2
fall before his day2
clean through the ribs2
with hair unbound in2
though all carthage or2
the deeds of fate2
wintry lycia and the2
in days that are2
sooner than behold such2
for to me the2
his sword like lightning2
note on book x2
when a golden eagle2
in all the temples2
and the wave shuddered2
a mighty shield they2
for thy name is2
when the queen from2
twofold are the gates2
lest i the blame2
in the iberian flood2
lay down thine head2
blood that oozes from2
there was a tower2
the yellow sand the2
my hair stood up2
through the weapons of2
by his mother with2
wind rising astern follows2
he in the forefront2
in the circle of2
speech allayed my distresses2
of the god of2
clenching in his hand2
the rise and fall2
from a lofty beam2
orphaned boys curse the2
the prize of fight2
to close hand to2
is it peace or2
and driven by madness2
me of my love2
none the less does2
for as he stood2
the people of troy2
groves of trivia and2
from his throne of2
grounded on the beach2
to be stung to2
billows to the shore2
forehead of his foe2
called the god to2
of all his folk2
gods to witness that2
cry pursued her flight2
stood amazed at the2
on the ground they2
sires of time agone2
and danger a delight2
most pitiful slaughter begins2
and there the ancient2
thee the latins turn2
grant this strong hand2
what height of madness2
make a broad path2
her way along the2
first against the foe2
with such a word2
to drive in fresh2
yet her soul had2
things shake down the2
where dwelt the king2
eager haste the twain2
and seeks the ramparts2
banks of the pitchy2
deem it good to2
caused the trojan war2
of hunger urges him2
when they saw the2
sky on poised wings2
and thus in scorn2
leave the loathed light2
avenged my husband of2
the teucrians into the2
stars of heaven his2
these scorn to lose2
his left foot on2
after the trojan war2
through all the house2
here and there they2
so shalt thou see2
to the god of2
fast in the toils2
token of her love2
groans of those that2
the one man who2
a thracian horse dappled2
to die the death2
him then and there2
down the ranks of2
to the gods for2
tells the story of2
amid the dreams of2
but it is more2
garland of green bay2
spears from out his2
when he saw himself2
cloud drew up to2
oenotrian folk first tilled2
the liquid air to2
in streams of blood2
i sing of arms2
hung in mid passage2
from the shore in2
in few words will2
with heart of fire2
gods to hear his2
shall close the war2
his soul was filled2
from the coasts of2
on the mountains grey2
no more he said2
the winds of heaven2
the latin towers and2
with this speech allayed2
unfinished upon his death2
death of men in2
up from out the2
in such words he2
into the salt flood2
shall i seek thee2
long draughts of love2
and sought the sky2
from street to street2
the portents of the2
face pale in wonderful2
summit of the sky2
is thy trust in2
he thus addresses the2
the boards are spread2
the man of troy2
an unknown hilt he2
daughter of the sun2
beneath the weight of2
and caught the fire2
clasp hand in hand2
out from all his2
each on each they2
his hands in prayer2
iron gates of war2
all night and day2
but when he may2
with all their might2
nor shall the land2
is a mound and2
the bark of pine2
for shelter from the2
the forehead of his2
bank of grassy green2
and whom each warrior2
tempests lose their strength2
of all the war2
the shades of men2
scarce had he spoken2
and call it pergamea2
the feast your own2
in the empty house2
fills up the tale2
from out the house2
heaven and earth and2
daughter of the night2
is also alluded to2
was king of the2
the jealousy of juno2
if any such there2
the words of his2
the guards of the2
their lances to the2
a night and a2
of the wind or2
nations of the earth2
from the deep and2
the world once more2
the italian cornel flies2
cornel flies through the2
the son of imbrasus2
the air with blows2
and thrice away from2
twice seven are chosen2
to birds of prey2
is sent to the2
where shall i seek2
pile the altars with2
as one who had2
with the death of2
ranges them on the2
him back to battle2
the word and said2
them toil and faint2
it is more probable2
this seemed the better2
the tears fall down2
the arms of pyrrhus2
his groin upon the2
shuts us in with2
from the home of2
referred to is that2
the parts of earth2
the flames are thrown2
the ilian ranks and2
said the word ere2
they lead him to2
with the gleam of2
arm of the war2
to wield the sword2
point and edge to2
who loathed the war2
to do thy bidding2
as a lion sees2
the earth is heaped2
i will not bid2
the realm of libya2
with his awful nod2
the anger of the2
all the host of2
is it given to2
in the face who2
smote with her golden2
of the land of2
arrows and the bow2
the tract of heaven2
the coast of etruria2
they know their king2
where thickest rolled the2
the likeness of the2
a temple will i2
like to fluttering sleep2
the god of wine2
from his lofty seat2
of the family of2
water from the spring2
to his home the2
suddenly from out the2
see a xanthus and2
from heaven on high2
was i so guilty2
at the fate of2
by the wave of2
them on the plain2
all habitants of heaven2
thus in deep accents2
there rest from toil2
instructs him of the2
a word of pride2
for what else may2
strives to pluck the2
a sign amid the2
burning eyes in vain2
and the land of2
even as she spoke2
had rolled away the2
the shores of italy2
in the midst the2
from his mouth a2
them to the fight2
of the bay of2
even as an arrow2
and whispers in his2
and in the deep2
me in the sea2
was a mountain in2
when he may in2
has been left as2
level with the ground2
call the gods and2
of green bay he2
with edge of sword2
the lance of macedon2
himself that he took2
the son before the2
the shields of men2
and arms and men2
will i give two2
of the gates essay2
for his own dear2
and the twin oxen2
of gods to be2
what end shall be2
companion of his exile2
all the latins turn2
at a great ransom2
pray we for winds2
have i left thee2
slumber seal his eyes2
himself behind his armour2
at last he spake2
one of the famous2
the groves of avernus2
and learn your hopes2
a long way off2
of heart and soul2
from his couch of2
the king of heaven2
through the yielding air2
of wrought and unwrought2
all the world to2
all along the ground2
the hope of greece2
aeneas in a dream2
and follow at his2
by the might of2
the meaning of the2
borrowed from the greeks2
ilian raiment and the2
turnus and his bride2
way to shake the2
left as in the2
i build is yours2
and gives his fleet2
the breath of life2
the wrath of turnus2
as he came from2
the forfeit of a2
the deep tract of2
he checks his voice2
the town of that2
the tresses of his2
priestess calls the teucrians2
winds roar athwart our2
the hour is ripe2
the wandering moon and2
no camp of argive2
meet the tyrrhene horse2
of the transmigration of2
upon their way they2
in all the world2
said to have settled2
and mounts a hillock2
the iron gates of2
with her eyes and2
the host of them2
to meet the tyrrhene2
in the spoils of2
he points out the2
of anchises of troy2
the sword he left2
purple dye and gold2
from his steed he2
foam and sweep the2
from the town of2
and living by thy2
and many a year2
all the sea is2
lances to the charge2
on the shore to2
him with speeches fair2
our name to heaven2
side and on that2
that this passage was2
in stillness of the2
shall bring me praise2
bare their backs in2
his folk to bear2
to rise no more2
touched to the heart2
nor less on land2
promised day was come2
folk of latin land2
naked point and edge2
the shout of men2
face and smitten bosom2
deep in his heart2
from out her breast2
back the image of2
that he himself had2
the topmost blades of2
from off the lofty2
note on book vii2
the constellations in their2
the queen of gods2
the end of all2
mothers on the walls2
who lofty argos shall2
helpless hands in vain2
changed winds roar athwart2
how changed from him2
anchors from the bows2
regions of the world2
such word doth say2
on latin soil to2
the threats of ocean2
and most like to2
if such glories kindle2
and many a folk2
tie the purple buskin2
he himself had reared2
with good cheer to2
through the air to2
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not even phrygian men2
i will be there2
the ilian women with2
as they go all2
them to the gates2
battle with the teucrians2
strikes the earth with2
air away out of2
them ready for the2
of phoebus and trivia2
in such wise as2
to accost him and2
shall i send thee2
an hundred years they2
in triumph to the2
to bring him back2
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on the fields of2
the princes of the2
have called it italy2
the world to ruin2
puffed up with pride2
the daughter of tyndarus2
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a challenge to the2
city is a mound2
the wounds of all2
the quiver and the2
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italian cornel flies through2
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walls to the weary2
beat the rutulian lea2
the wave shuddered and2
i pray thee let2
let others hold the2
empty house she mourns2
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gods and your own2
in his mind the2
run down the wind2
son and the sibyl2
dukes of men in2
head from side to2
the gods have placed2
torrents comes the rain2
foot of mount ossa2
called of greeks in2
i return to thee2
and raiment of a2
proclaim war on the2
and shut were they2
endure their poverty and2
through the darkness of2
sons of sons unborn2
and not my pallas2
the might of styx2
and thine own wanderings2
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in the earth and2
or take the night2
from blood of godhead2
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one thing i beseech2
the favour of the2
to the hostile dart2
there was a city2
such warnings of the2
obedient to the rite2
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meanwhile the king of2
do what thou wilt2
meanwhile aurora risen up2
the household gods i2
and from the chariot2
were i not sick2
his hand of might2
than whom none other2
by mighty love of2
on the shores of2
the rich daughter of2
slumber seal his sight2
thou wert our leader2
but the keen umbrian2
the arms of dardania2
to found this new2
to the town with2
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forth amid the press2
to the gods he2
we have seen the2
and all the land2
the life of one2
their sails to sea2
the mothers on the2
thou shouldst have called2
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slender breath of fame2
him hand to hand2
at last to the2
us on the way2
the passage of the2
in fear behind a2
to speak the word2
the warder of the2
crag amid the sea2
fuel in the clouds2
the weapons of her2
thy heart should give2
brave bodies of men2
siege of the trojan2
maiden daughter of priam2
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was the end of2
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me first of all2
holy things and household2
the dukes of men2
the clouds of heaven2
the cause of war2
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now the gates of2
and the bay of2
on the world to2
couched on the green2
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victories in sicily and2
earth shall be thy2
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from the marsian hills2
i ask of thee2
the word he said2
on the threshold of2
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labours of the gods2
this hand and that2
the destinies of ilium2
or bending of the2
his father caught it2
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pressed out the life2
his fleet the rein2
his forehead in the2
me store of weapons2
the gates and fill2
rays unveil the world2
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soever holds thy source2
threshold of the door2
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o best of greeks2
and herds and men2
filled his decks with2
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of wine and feast2
heart should give the2
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as for thy ship2
upon the sand to2
leaning on his spear2
of those that die2
of the deep to2
remnant left of the2
i saw the god2
spirit of his sire2
sea and sky a2
through war and battle2
short of its mark2
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the blood of rome2
her holy things and2
in such a tale2
dost thou bid me2
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thrust forth by fate2
aeneas is away and2
as the breathing of2
shower drew up overhead2
of the trojan war2
is the task of2
the covert of the2
each man by his2
in his speech on2
the fulness of the2
charon is the ferryman2
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her soul had caught2
bidding of the gods2
wounds of all the2
news was true that2
hath driven you to2
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entrance to the main2
in accents of command2
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remembered by his name2
are stated to have2
spake such words to2
body laid out for2
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in name fail to2
source and spring of2
earth is strewn with2
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on the gods and2
with her golden rod2
all the gates and2
as crag amid the2
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a folk of italy2
who led them on2
to what dost thou2
and glorying in his2
and rolls along the2
scarcely had he said2
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plunges into the river2
of things to come2
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earth all creatures were2
anger with the gods2
the song of the2
as he reached the2
many bodies of the2
the sacred vessels and2
is there any hope2
taken from the iliad2
on the coast of2
beauty and glittering in2
fills the town with2
high up in heaven2
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in spite of its2
of beasts and the2
roasted flesh of bulls2
left foot on the2
through the dusk as2
sirius scorched the fields2
through the midmost foes2
with the sword to2
end shall be of2
in the garb of2
grant us to draw2
of old to troy2
whispering to the deep2
to the latin king2
the queen to madness2
and hastes to meet2
his throne of state2
no hand of man2
in the same cavern2
and call the gods2
the shield of sulmo2
the threshold of his2
never to be stung2
of the pitchy black2
the first northern wind2
all the hope of2
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that he took not2
from his neck the2
high house of the2
for his victories in2
leave arms to men2
the gods and your2
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to battle and to2
from the open sea2
care not for renown2
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but the boy ascanius2
lavish of wealth and2
any more the land2
the balance of my2
and at the last2
shroud thee in the2
those who drank of2
from whom fliest thou2
a way through the2
from its deep foundations2
or where am i2
betake ye to your2
all hands in swift2
thou and thy boy2
tears rolled over his2
such were his words2
wrapped her round with2
swift change of thought2
nought shall ye lack2
the sons of earth2
to thee i fly2