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 1   T-I|      when she was taken.~Now the cries of men and dogs grew silent:~
 2   T-I|      sobs choking her half-heard cries.~She threw herself before
 3   T-I|        Then truly the groans and cries of my people rose,~and grieving
 4   T-V|       the Lemnian rocks with his cries.~A grief suppressed chokes
 5   T-V|        Satyrs~be here, and their cries of inspiration not be silent,~
 6   T-V|      your words, your face, your cries,~and his own chest, soaked
 7   T-V|        and the lictors’ rods and cries, demand reverence.~If you
 8   T-V|         s filled with barbarism, cries of beasts:~everywhere’s
 9 ExIII|   sea-water here, making raucous cries.~The empty plains bristle
10  IBIS|          Perillus’s bronze,~with cries that match the contours
11   Ind| magistrates as they passed, with cries of animadvertite: take note.~