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 1   T-I|    when my wretched heart was filled with desire for death,~truly
 2  T-II|      books that accuse me~are filled with your name in a thousand
 3  T-II|    tale.~Lastly, since you’ve filled the world with deeds,~some
 4  T-IV|     all the forts and rivers,~filled with fierce slaughter, running
 5  T-IV|  against harsh suffering,~not filled with weariness by the anxious
 6   T-V|      then I’d give you poetry filled with delight.~But my verse
 7   T-V|    the elm,~and the grapes be filled with the imprisoned juice,~
 8   T-V|   words signify.~Everywhere’s filled with barbarism, cries of
 9   T-V|       of beasts:~everywhere’s filled with the fear of hostile
10 ExIII|       happy as it is now, and filled with peace,~then may the
11 ExIII|       When the whole House is filled with revered senators,~you
12 ExIII|     near,~and the triumph has filled everyone with joy.~While
13 ExIII|      a greater joy might have filled my heart, when I~was swayed,
14  ExIV|     goddess spoke and, having filled Pontus ~with good news,
15  ExIV|      and how the dense throng filled the lengthy way.~and so
16  ExIV| following winds so the breeze filled his driven sails.~Nor is