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 1   T-I|     for so long.~But my native soil’s denied to me forever,~
 2 T-III|     fresh seed on uncultivated soil:~now I’d wish to bridle
 3 T-III|         and no man ploughs the soil with curving blade.~This
 4  T-IV|    ploughshare as it turns the soil,~it wears away hard stone,
 5   T-V|       never~free of cold, this soil always hardened by white
 6  ExII|     same death,~lest Sarmatian soil should cover my bones. ~
 7  ExII|       hearth again.~Our native soil draws all of us, by I know
 8  ExII|  Achilles’ guest on Thessalian soil.~Jason, under whose leadership
 9  ExII|       stronger than an ox?~The soil that’s never allowed to
10  ExII|        so many times by barren soil?~The fact is everyone’s
11  ExII|    that’s harvest enough if my soil can grow it.~Fame may spur
12 ExIII|   country, to be buried in the soil of Tomis?~By your leave,
13  ExIV|      plough’s worn away by the soil’s pressure.~So devouring
14  IBIS|     vile body lay on Cinyphian soil,~a night-owl sat over against
15  IBIS|        left naked on Achillean soil.~And as Eurydamas was drawn
16  IBIS|      was dragged over Athenian soil~while Hippomenes’ daughter
17  IBIS|      Oenomaus who stained that soil more deeply, himself,~that
18   Ind|     that he had killed) in the soil of Thebes. The Sparti or
19   Ind|    sown men were born from the soil, and they fought each other
20   Ind| alongside.~Ibis:209-250 Cursed soil.~ ~Circe~The sea-nymph,