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quadgram	frequency
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
knockd the stony ground	2
my right and his	2
when i gave my	2
confines of the blest	2
drivn by their foes	2
joyful to the little	2
bear my mangled body	2
can weep the sorrows	2
they rush to nether	2
the clouds is thrown	2
ask but altars for	2
for which he came	2
and gods be just	2
ghost afterwards appears to	2
leave the conduct of	2
least accomplish what your	2
aeneas in this place	2
what a champion has	2
more young liger and	2
how i recall anchises	2
and whom to lead	2
in vain by the	2
valour force their fortune	2
they not fall unpitied	2
so long their lazy	2
their common gods they	2
when they saw the	2
she glows with anger	2
lest we should lose	2