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 1     I|      the lure of love in every breast,~ Thou bringest the eternal
 2     I|   well-springs of my plenished breast~ That much I dread slow
 3     I|       the Phrygian Alexander's breast,~ Had ne'er enkindled that
 4     I|         The lofty music of his breast divine~ Lifts up its voice
 5     I|       hour hath strook into my breast~ Sweet love of the Muses,
 6    II|    yearling calf, from out its breast~ Breathing warm streams
 7   III|       voices conjured from his breast,~ The mask off-stripped,
 8   III|  cleaves seated in the midmost breast.~ Here leap dismay and terror;
 9   III| composed,~ Making the tranquil breast, the serene face.~ But more
10   III|   often with roaring burst the breast o'erwrought,~ Unable to
11   III|        to one fixed haunt, the breast,~ If not that fixed places
12   III|        eternal sorrow from the breast."~ But ask the mourner what'
13   III|      around for in that mighty breast.~ However hugely he extend
14    IV|       of repose~ And frees the breast from cares of mind, I'll
15    IV|         the fiercer burns~ The breast with fell desire. For food
16     V|        can build with puissant breast a song~ Worthy the majesty
17     V|       vast prizes,~ By his own breast discovered and sought out? -~
18     V|      was impossible~ Without a breast all free. Wherefore the
19     V|        to avoid.~ But lest the breast be purged, what conflicts
20     V|       most directly into human breast~ And regions of intelligence.
21     V|       time brought forth~ Each breast that ranges raving round
22     V|    dogs with faithful heart in breast,~ However, and every kind
23    VI|       thou enter with a serene breast~ Shrines of the gods; nor
24    VI|       pant from a transpierced breast~ Forth flames of the red
25    VI|        through the throat, the breast, and streamed had~ E'en