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 1   T-I| Departure~ ~Now vanishing night denied me more delay,~and the Arcadian
 2   T-I|        Living, my living wife’s denied to me forever,~my house,
 3   T-I|       its effort towards a land~denied me, and obeys, with me,
 4   T-I|      long.~But my native soil’s denied to me forever,~unless the
 5   T-I|      all things will be, that I denied could be,~and there’ll be
 6 T-III|       the gods grant, what they denied our poet,~to be able to
 7 T-III|     deep wine-vats.~This land’s denied fruit, nor would Acontius
 8  T-IV| forgiveness.~And you too, Rome, denied me, take them ~in good part,
 9   T-V|         more just.’~He who once denied humble food to the poor~
10   ExI|         hand?~Or is recognition denied you by passing time,~so
11  ExIV|      affairs,~your wealth never denied me generous assistance.~
12  ExIV|      larger part ~of my friends denied all knowledge of me.~Them