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 1   T-I|    recall my guilt,~the crowd’s voice make me a common criminal.~
 2   T-I| concealment.~If I’d an untiring voice, lungs stronger than brass,~
 3 T-III|      speak to you: you alone my voice names:~there no night for
 4 T-III|          I’d write more: but my voice, tired of speech,~and my
 5  T-IV|       you,~say to yourself in a voice that does not lie,~she who’
 6  T-IV|     bear witness to the Western voice.~I’ll be heard on land,
 7  T-IV|       lament will find a mighty voice in the future.~It won’t
 8   T-V|    Italian language,~and my own voice be muted in its native tongue,~
 9   T-V|       my remembering.~What your voice doesn’t forbid, I will be:
10   T-V|       no little honour:~that my voice is never silent about you,
11  ExII|     first moved yours.~Let your voice, I pray, arouse mercy in
12  ExII|       you’re hailed by one less voice than before.~Your father
13   ExI|      honouring them in a mighty voice, how, ~wearing embroidered
14   ExI|         door against my anxious voice,~show favour, carry my words
15   ExI|         if you hear this, if my voice reaches so far,~let your
16   ExI|      waters.~This is an exile’s voice: letters grant me a tongue,~
17   ExI|     kindest of youths, hear the voice of the suppliant,~and, since
18 ExIII|      but confused by fear, your voice~trembling, you’ll barely
19 ExIII|        Getae drink:~this is the voice of a god, a god is in my
20 ExIII|       caused my exile,~your own voice would have told me what
21 ExIII|       the same~friends, and one voice of mine seeks help from
22  ExIV|     client, and in a submissive voice,~and he, whom all the countries
23  ExIV|     worship, with a suppliant’s voice.~Let your god be young Caesar.
24  ExIV|         majesty needs a singing voice.~It’s how we know that Chaos,
25  ExIV|         the holy altar, at your voice,~and a bright flare declare
26  IBIS|        could be recalled ~by my voice, out of this mouth that
27  IBIS|       dire sounds in a funereal voice,.~At once the Furies washed
28   Ind|     away until she was merely a voice.~Book EII.VIII:37-76 Her
29   Ind|        Face; Ligeia, the Bright Voice; and Leucosia, the White
30   Ind|         them, and robbed of his voice and memory. ~ ~Thebes, Thebae~