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 1 T-III|     Black Sea winter that seemed longer than those of old,~and the
 2 T-III|           The sea’s solid ice no longer, Sarmatian herdsmen~don’
 3 T-III|        to you their guardian the longer they lack a father.~Three
 4  T-IV|       long-serving soldier is no longer useful~he dedicates the
 5  T-IV|     wooden sword.~It’s time I no longer breathed foreign air,~or
 6   T-V| Mistresses of Fate,~ordain is no longer wholly in the god’s power?~
 7  ExII|       make me, when it comes, no longer an exile:~but death can’
 8  ExII|        of youth that pleased, no longer delight.~If you suddenly
 9   ExI|          I’ve returned home, ~no longer in a far land, safe as before
10  ExIV|          by writing this,~and no longer feel that I’m among the
11  IBIS|       whom you are, for a little longer.~Then, if you persist, unrestrained
12   Ind|          38 Book TIV.III:1-48 No longer Hector, dragged behind Achilles’
13   Ind|           but Ovid’s journey was longer, since Rome is further from