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 1     I|          at hand~ Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago.~
 2     I|        frost seeps inward to our bones.~ Which but for voids for
 3     I|  dissolve from out his thews and bones;~ For out of doubt recruited
 4     I| homeomeria of things, he thinks~ Bones to be sprung from littlest
 5     I|          be sprung from littlest bones minute,~ And from minute
 6     I|       which then? the blood? the bones?~ No one, methinks, when
 7     I|          our veins and blood and bones~ And thews are formed of
 8     I|       Small bodies of thews, and bones, and also veins~ And particles
 9     I|      things unlike in kind -~ Of bones, of thews, of ichor and
10    II|       compounded is the same~ Of bones, blood, veins, heat, moisture,
11   III|        the veins, and leaves the bones.~ Thus mayst thou know that
12   III|        of spear that cleaves the bones~ And bares the inner thews
13   III|      begin to feel, and last~ To bones and marrow the sensation
14   III|         and inwards, and through bones and thews,~ Their elements
15   III|        The flesh, the thews, the bones, that even the teeth~ Share
16   III|        the thews, articulations, bones.~ But, if perchance thou
17   III|     Horror of Carthage, gave his bones to earth,~ Like to the lowliest
18    IV|         before -~ Dead men whose bones earth bosomed long ago;~
19     V|         Of bigger and more solid bones within,~ And knit with stalwart
20    VI|         the plains to dead men's bones,~ Unpeopled the highways,
21    VI|        would blaze unto the very bones;~ A flame, like flame in
22    VI|        naught~ But skin upon the bones, well-nigh already~ Buried -