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 1   T-I|      reads your verses with wet eyes,~and silently wishes, unheard
 2   T-I|     even now tears fall from my eyes.~The day was already here
 3   T-I|    sites nearby,~you temples my eyes will never see again,~gods
 4   T-I|    orders, and deceived myself,~eyes turning back towards my
 5  T-II|       see anything? Why make my eyes guilty?~Why was a mischief,
 6  T-II|       idle things with your own eyes.~Now Pannonia, now the Illyrian
 7  T-II|      kind of lust.~And Vestals’ eyes see prostitutes’ bodies: ~
 8  T-II|         or letters entertain my eyes?~This lewdness made you
 9  T-II|    burned by sinful words:~your eyes get used to many shameful
10  T-II|      everywhere –~and with your eyes, that the whole world employs,~
11  T-II|      they’ve even detained your eyes.~As images of the bodies
12 T-III|    there’s no less rain from my eyes~than water from the melting
13 T-III| friendly hand closes my failing eyes:~but with no funeral rites,
14 T-III|      the marble~for the hurried eyes of passers-by to read:~ ~
15 T-III|       mind.~My home’s before my eyes, the city, the image of
16 T-III|        wife’s form is before my eyes, as if she were here,~She
17 T-III|   punished because my unknowing eyes ~saw an offence, my sin’
18 T-III|        it was, through which my eyes were witness~to a fatal
19 T-III|        me,~and stands before my eyes like a visible form:~and
20 T-III|          gazing around her,~her eyes fell, by chance, on her
21  T-IV|        fierce one, with hostile eyes still burning,~was the instigator
22  T-IV|         its swift way,~leads my eyes into the middle of the city,~
23  T-IV|    would have wet my breast,~my eyes, staring at the familiar
24  T-IV|         you’ll be guilty in the eyes of posterity forever.~I’
25   T-V|         less than your face and eyes, O you, sweeter~than the
26  ExII|        herself appear before my eyes,~Medusa herself will lose
27  ExII|    letter was read by unwilling eyes.~Nothing more bitter has
28  ExII|     will.~His image comes to my eyes as if he were here,~and,
29   ExI|        is always in front of my eyes,~and I seem to see your
30   ExI|     nothing greater. What do my eyes miss but the Palace?~That
31   ExI|      neck,~sooner will I let my eyes be gouged from their sockets,~
32   ExI|        by passing time,~so your eyes cannot recall the ancient
33   ExI|       guide, was revealed to my eyes.~We saw Etna’s flames illuminate
34   ExI|        I’ll be in front of your eyes as if you just now saw me.~
35 ExIII|         keep Evadne before your eyes, if you ~wanted to throw
36 ExIII|         looked bedraggled to my eyes,~as the back of a homing
37 ExIII|      and rumour has acted as my eyes.~As if a similar passion,
38 ExIII|      seems novel to me.~Just as eyes shun the unaccustomed sunlight,~
39  ExIV|      there among that crowd,~my eyes won’t have the power to
40  ExIV|      would be experienced by my eyes as well.~The gods won’t
41  ExIV|  Campanian estate, dear to your eyes,~whatever was left to you,
42  IBIS|       bright stars forsake your eyes.~Nor let fire or air offer
43  IBIS|       flit before your lips and eyes,~and moan so there can be
44  IBIS|        green twigs close to his eyes, close to the lids.~The
45  IBIS|         and Polymestor, lacking eyes, that had viewed gold sinfully,~
46   Ind|  murdered him, and tore out his eyes.~ ~Polynices~The brother