- The rooted fibers rose, and from the wound Black bloody drops distill'd upon the ground.Book 3 (4% in)
- When first her fatal image touch'd the ground, She sternly cast her glaring eyes around, That sparkled as they roll'd, and seem'd to threat: Her heav'nly limbs distill'd a briny sweat.Book 2 (21% in)
- Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood: The tears distil not from the wounded wood; But ev'ry drop this living tree contains Is kindred blood, and ran in Trojan veins.Book 3 (6% in)
- Their lifeless trunks he leaves upon the place; Their heads, distilling gore, his chariot grace.Book 12 (54% in)
There are no more uses of "distill" in The Aeneid.
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