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 1   T-I|       m wasting idle words in vain.~My mouth that speaks is
 2   T-I|    mine, with lips~praying in vain, I’ll swallow the fatal
 3   T-I| foreign places?~Was it all in vain, lost in the ocean winds?~
 4 T-III|       written.~As I looked in vain, the guard, from that house~
 5 T-III|      you stretch your arms in vain in my direction,~and call
 6 T-III|  childish prayers for them in vain,~things which no day brings,
 7 T-III|     captives,~looking back in vain at their farms and homes.~
 8  ExII|   tree:~I’m one who wishes in vain to become stone.~Let Medusa
 9  ExII|       re trying to save me in vain:~the help you bring won’
10   ExI|    from a gentle touch,~and a vain shadow instils fear in the
11   ExI|       such prayers be made in vain.~That brilliant lineage
12   ExI|      offer Neptune incense in vain?~Why should Ceres receive
13 ExIII|     of inspired poets are not vain:~Jove will be granted laurel,
14 ExIII|      no help, being always in vain –~and think that what you
15  ExIV|       s prayers to be made in vain:~seek assistance from it,
16  IBIS|    waters, not to be named in vain, ~that glides with dread
17  IBIS|   earth,~or give my corpse in vain to the common pyre:~wherever
18  IBIS|        as those who sought in vain the speeding girl, ~Atalanta,
19  IBIS|     of wealth, Ceres’ son, in vain,~and riches fail however