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 1   T-I|         the bearer.~Quick, it’s a long way! I’ll be alive here
 2   T-I|            my heart was numb with long delay.~I’d not thought about
 3   T-I|    loyalty fades away through the long years.~May the gods favour
 4   T-I|      fields he’d aimed at, for so long.~But my native soil’s denied
 5   T-I|           I had any inborn vigour long ago,~it’s extinct, quenched
 6   T-I|      overhauls boats that set out long before.~She weathers the
 7   T-I|      Helle’s sea,~and reached the long passage through the narrows,~
 8  T-II|        men sinned,~it wouldn’t be long before he was weapon-less.~
 9  T-II|          grant and will grant you long life,~if only they love
10  T-II|           sweet Amaryllis.~I too, long ago, sinned with that kind
11  T-II|    perhaps you’ll be swayed by my long punishment,~but a safer,
12 T-III|          s the elegiac metre, the long journey:~If I’m not golden
13 T-III|          day Caesar, aware of the long years,~will be less harsh
14 T-III|          those you’ve known for a long time.~If only our souls
15 T-III|          friend, not one known by long usage, in my pain, ~gave
16 T-III|        you, closest to me through long friendship,~you whom I miss
17 T-III|          your sacred calling.~The long years will spoil those precious
18 T-III|         dead,~and I’ll be read as long as warlike Rome ~looks,
19 T-III|           is lost, dried up, by a long neglect.~I’ve no great supply
20  T-IV|          world, to tell me what I long for.~He’ll tell of a late
21  T-IV|         under naked feet.~But the long space of time hasn’t granted
22  T-IV|           whose arms are tired by long waiting.~The unwounded gladiator,
23  T-IV|         At length, driven through long wanderings, I reached ~that
24   T-V|         live on earth, and heaven long for you,~so may you pass
25   T-V|  judgement and myself as well,~so long as there’s no new fault
26   T-V|            shaggy faces hidden in long hair.~A few still retain
27   T-V|         ashamed to admit it, from long disuse,~now, the Latin words
28   T-V|         my country already~for as long as the ten years Troy knew
29   T-V|           chests covered by their long hair. ~Those too, who are
30   T-V|   imagination’s dulled, harmed~by long disuse, and much inferior
31   T-V|          horse that’s stabled too long will race badly,~and be
32   T-V|         its accustomed waters too long.~Give up hope for me, that
33   T-V|          talent’s extinguished by long sufferance of ills,~and
34   T-V|       labours.~I can’t, and yet I long to, make some worthwhile
35   T-V|        guilt.~As we used to spend long hours in conversation,~until
36   T-V|       made glorious by my art:~as long as I’m read, your virtue
37  ExII|           reason, accept them, so long as it’s not for love!~You’
38  ExII|        punishment’s worse for its long duration.~So Tityus’s liver,
39  ExII|          their horses, capable of long journeys,~and knowing how
40  ExII|      sleep~how should I spend the long hours of wakefulness?~Shall
41  ExII|           and I was stunned for a long time, unable to think –~
42  ExII|          you will, Messalinus,~so long as I’m not a stranger to
43  ExII|         to clear the weeds with a long hoe,~and supply the water
44  ExII|        granted permission for the long journey,~since he revered
45  ExII|          I’ll always need,~for as long as Caesar’s godhead is offended
46   ExI|            May the gods grant you long life, you’ll do the rest,~
47   ExI|            you’ll do the rest,~so long as there’s time enough to
48   ExI|   softened.~Then the constancy of long friendship moved you,~that
49   ExI|           as best you can, and as long as I’m not a burden.~ ~Book
50   ExI|        wretched being pleased.~As long as I undertake poems on
51   ExI|         the door of happiness has long been closed to me.~Now my
52   ExI|          Cumean Sybil, and you be long a son.~You too, fitting
53   ExI|          forget hand and seal,~so long as your love for me hasn’
54   ExI|           vanished.~You owe it to long years of friendship,~to
55   ExI|        for our discourse,~and the long hours of summer days failed
56   ExI|          acts of loyalty:~May you long have strength as well to
57 ExIII|          enough to wish: you must long to achieve,~and the anxiety
58 ExIII|         purifying water,~that the long sacrificial ribbons might
59 ExIII|    ribbons, nor their feet by the long robe.~Say, I beg you, did
60 ExIII|          why I’m here again after long ages~is you, O fond soldier
61 ExIII|        with a skill diminished by long suffering,~(or perhaps there
62 ExIII|         set me, since I,~who have long been lost, try by my talent ~
63 ExIII|           in a marble shrine,~but long ago in the temple of his
64 ExIII|            so close to me~through long acquaintance, were nowhere
65 ExIII|        new to the harsh yoke:~for long there’s been no trouble
66  ExIV|         fame through my verse.~As long as my ship rested on a solid
67  ExIV|            when you’ve opened the long year,~and December’s been
68  ExIV| distinguished man to read.~It’s a long road, and your feet won’
69  ExIV|         how slight the breeze, so long as it aids me~my foundering
70  ExIV|      shortened a syllable ~that’s long, and addressed you as Two-tick-a-nus.~
71  ExIV|     syllable’s made of that first long one.~Nor by making the second
72  ExIV|    syllable, that’s over quickly,~long, Two-tea-car-nus, by extending
73  ExIV|          quivers,~and there was a long murmur from Getic mouths.~
74  ExIV|       Syrtes, or to Charybdis,~as long as I escape this ground
75  ExIV|        whose names would take too long ~to mention, whose songs
76  IBIS|      forced to shun the death you long for:~and your spirit struggle
77  IBIS|          and your spirit struggle long to leave your tortured~body,
78  IBIS|        not wish, I’m exhausted by long years,~whether I’m dissolved
79  IBIS|           with his body, they not long surviving him,~as the adulterer
80  IBIS|       sucked down ~by the mud, so long as your name wins no renown.~
81   Ind|           kingship of Mycenae was long and complex, and gave rise
82   Ind|          civilised, warlike, with long beards and hair, savage
83   Ind|     journey. When Fabius died not long afterwards Marcia was supposedly
84   Ind|           Book EII.VIII:37-76 His long life.~Book EII.IV:1-34 The
85   Ind|        was an error, that is is a long tale to tell, and not a
86   Ind|         history of his offence is long and not safe to write about,
87   Ind|          II:1-44 Ibis:251-310 His long sickness from the noxious
88   Ind|    against him, and adding to his long wanderings. The Cyclops
89   Ind|       yellow flowers grouped into long loose spikes. The undersides
90   Ind|           Book EII.VIII:37-76 Her long life.~ ~Sicily~Sicania,
91   Ind|           kingship of Mycenae was long and complex, and gave rise
92   Ind|        skins, wore hair and beard long, and went about armed. They