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1  T-II|   Germany, through Tiberius, feels your vigour,~and a Caesar
2 T-III| sharers of the anger one god feels,~I beg you, drive my slow
3  T-IV|   above mortal suffering.~It feels no exile, no Scythian seashores,~
4  T-IV|     my weeping,~and my heart feels the old wounds, like new,~
5  T-IV|  patience,~and my mind still feels the emotions of recent troubles.~
6   T-V|     country whose absence he feels, ~no less than your face
7  ExII|    worm’s mouth,~so my heart feels the constant bite of care,~
8   ExI|     his eloquent shade still feels,~he whom I cultivated from
9 ExIII|      s missing,~nevertheless feels that something is missing,~