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 1   T-I|     there’s nothing but sea or air,~here swollen waves, there
 2   T-I|    will melt away in the empty air,~leaving my ashes on the
 3  T-II|     rain-clouds and clears the air.~So it’s right to call him
 4  T-II|     the winds that agitate the air,~but they subside to intermittent
 5  T-II|  triple death of earth, water, air,~yet wanton Catullus often
 6 T-III|     flies on high in the empty air,~and old Pythagoras of Samos’
 7 T-III|        Daedalus:~so the gentle air might fall beneath my swiftness~
 8 T-III|      Sky, and water, earth and air don’t suit me:~ah me! A
 9 T-III|       hurl themselves into the air,~harsh winter holds them
10  T-IV|     issued out~into its native air, loving tears would have
11  T-IV|        longer breathed foreign air,~or quenched my parched
12   T-V|        a bird beats the gentle air,~so I’m burdened with sorrows:
13   T-V|    breathe ill~in the Scythian air, might leave my body,~before
14   T-V|    supreme: that I breathe the air:~it’s you I need to thank,
15  ExII|      me with what sea, land or air produces,~none of it will
16   ExI|       birds flying through the air on quivering wings,~or know
17   ExI|      this spirit to the vacant air,~before my thanks for your
18 ExIII|        there through the clear air.~They say Diana set her
19 ExIII|    when suddenly the trembling air shook with wings,~and, with
20 ExIII|  either he slid away into thin air,~or my senses themselves
21  ExIV|       the vast pathways of the air.~Because of Pompey’s consulship,
22  IBIS|     your eyes.~Nor let fire or air offer themselves to you,~
23  IBIS|    shall be dissolved in empty air,~my bloodless ghost will
24  IBIS| exposed, feed the birds of the air with your blood.~Or be thrown
25  IBIS|       pine-trees from earth to air,~to gaze at the Isthmus’
26  IBIS|  Spartan boy attacks the empty air with a hurled ~discus, may
27   Ind|        TV.VI:1-46 The Scythian air, unfavourable to him.~Book