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 1   T-I|     waves,~and throw up boiling sand from the deep!~The breaker
 2  T-II|     earth’s covered with Mars’s sand!~Close the Circus! The Circus’
 3  T-IV|         he who bows down to the sand and mud,~dragging a slow
 4  T-IV|         many as evils on me, as sand on the shore,~fishes in
 5  T-IV|         wrestler, on the yellow sand, is stronger~than the one
 6  T-IV|        the fierce bull scatters sand,~and paws the earth, already,
 7   T-V|     branches, as Tiber’s yellow sand,~as the tender grasses in
 8   T-V|        the whole.~As shells the sand, as flowers a rich rose-garden,~
 9   T-V|      with them is one who’d add~sand to the shore, wheat to the
10  IBIS|       itself deep in the yellow sand,~so I’ll not hurl my sharpened
11  IBIS|         of Libyan Jove,~may the sand driven by south winds bury
12  IBIS|       in its turn,~and the soft sand washes from under your feet,~
13   Ind| headless corpse was left on the sand.~ ~Pompeius (2)~Sextus Pompeius