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 1   T-I|       to go near,~someone will hand you in, with a brief word,
 2   T-I|    such as it is, with shaking hand.~Now the rigging shrieks,
 3  T-II|      Parthian Horse~with timid hand offer their bows and captured
 4  T-II|     recalls how he touched her hand~as if appraising the gem
 5  T-II|       of ancient heroes, ~some hand has painted, glow in our
 6 T-III|       reader, give me a gentle hand, in my weariness:~don’t
 7 T-III|        is written in another’s hand, I’m ill.~Ill in the furthest
 8 T-III|      last lament~as a friendly hand closes my failing eyes:~
 9 T-III| faithful breast with trembling hand?~Won’t you stretch your
10 T-III|      refuse an outcast a loyal hand.~So may good fortune stay
11 T-III|      knowing her guilt,~with a hand that dared and would dare
12 T-III|    verse at all, with sorrow’s hand, in such adversity.~My ills
13  T-IV|       has carried me,~often my hand, furiously, angered by its
14  T-IV|      that time why hasn’t your hand ~stirred itself to write
15   T-V|      unending sickness,~if the hand that wounded him had not
16   T-V|       a high hill,~and gave no hand to the swimmer in wild seas,~
17   T-V|        the fields is rare,~one hand grips the plough, the other
18  ExII|       sistrum of Pharos in his hand?~When the flute-player,
19  ExII|    lightning with an unwilling hand. ~So then, being sent as
20  ExII|      quivers at the touch of a hand.~The doctor can’t always
21  ExII|    that incense, with grateful hand, due~to the Caesars and
22  ExII|   forcing it from an unwilling hand.~There’s no delight in setting
23  ExII|        and checked me with her hand,~as I was trying to end
24  ExII|      the sceptre in your noble hand.~What more could I ask on
25  ExII|        certain trees there ~my hand planted, but I’ll not be
26  ExII|  ploughshare myself~and try my hand at scattering seed in the
27  ExII|       me by busy Hebe’s lovely hand,~still their savour won’
28   ExI|       the bright stars with my hand,~nor did I join Enceladus’
29   ExI|     the world,~nor as the rash hand of Diomedes did, ~have I
30   ExI|  supporting his chin with your hand.~That you do: I pray you
31   ExI|  lethal poison was mixed by my hand:~no fraudulent document
32   ExI|       the letters shaped by my hand?~Or is recognition denied
33   ExI|       You’re allowed to forget hand and seal,~so long as your
34 ExIII|      to have, resting his left hand on the maple bedpost,~no
35 ExIII|      to record events with the hand of a witness,~but I’ve penned
36 ExIII|     known to me. Nothing is to hand.~What portion of such things
37 ExIII|     down the name!)~But if his hand, lacking caution, had written
38  ExIV|  wished to write to others,~my hand, unwittingly, set your name
39  ExIV|      itself pleased me,~and my hand was barely willing to make
40  ExIV|  bronze and ivory by Phidias’s hand:~as Calamis wins praise
41  ExIV|     tablets,~she barely lays a hand there, almost has to be
42  ExIV|       he’ll reach out a kindly hand to you, and ask, ~perhaps,
43  ExIV|      you came nearer, fighting hand to hand,~when battle could
44  ExIV|       nearer, fighting hand to hand,~when battle could be joined
45  ExIV|   mutual rite,~and have set my hand to the same studies:~so
46  ExIV| performed the greeting~that my hand now acts out in writing,~
47  IBIS|     name) ~he forces my novice hand to take up weapons.~He won’
48  IBIS|   dissolved in death by my own hand:~whether I’m lost, shipwrecked
49  IBIS|      vengeance, stretch an icy hand to where you are.~You’ll
50  IBIS|        fateful thread with her hand: ~and so as not to speak
51  IBIS|      tile hurled from an enemy hand.~Nor let your bones lie
52  IBIS|        cymbals with effeminate hand,~and at a stroke become
53  IBIS|      may a wound to your right hand be the cause of ruin.~And
54  IBIS|         that Coroebus’s ~right hand ended, bringing aid to the
55  IBIS|       to withdraw your captive hand.~May you be hurt like Icarius,
56  IBIS|        by gifts that an armed ~hand brought him from the drunken
57   Ind|   fought with Acheloüs for the hand of Deianira. He married
58   Ind|       her son Learchus, at the hand of his father, she leapt
59   Ind|     Needed to be healed by the hand that harmed him.~Book EII.