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 1   T-I| everything I think of,~you’d be a heavy burden to the bearer.~Quick,
 2   T-I|        that speaks is drenched by heavy waves,~and fearful Notus
 3   T-I|           less~than a siege-gun’s heavy thud against the walls.~
 4   T-I|           life!~Am I wrong, or do heavy clouds begin to vanish.~
 5  T-II|          the tragic stage,~in the heavy style that tragedy demands.~
 6 T-III|          its own weight sinks the heavy net.~If I who warn you had
 7 T-III|           for you – I still~pay a heavy penalty, by exile, and my
 8   T-V|       Scythian tribes:~both are a heavy punishment. However much
 9  ExII|          die in this land,~if the heavy wrath of an injured god
10  ExII|           spear he hurled dealt a heavy blow.~So when my judge’s
11  ExII|         control the handle of the heavy ploughshare myself~and try
12 ExIII|     enough thing too to make it a heavy task~even for the noble
13  ExIV|       among the tough brambles.~A heavy fate makes nothing so miserable~
14   Ind|        house, the morning after a heavy bout of drinking. His ghost