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 1     I|         keenly wind~ Along even onward to the secret places~ And
 2     I|         waves.~ Here, billowing onward through the narrow straits,~
 3     I|         In no one region of its onward paths,~ For then 'tmust
 4    II|      shouting, send~ The voices onward to the stars of heaven,~
 5    II|      and often make them move,~ Onward against desire, and headlong
 6    IV|         rest nor respite of the onward flow,~ Since 'tis incessantly
 7    IV|        objects seem~ Thus to be onward borne and flow along~ In
 8     V|       fixed tides,~ Keeping one onward tenor as it glides.~ ~ And
 9     V|     which~ That sun, in winding onward, takes a year,~ Illumining
10     V|       and leaves,~ And to dance onward, out of tune, with limbs~
11     V|       by degrees mortality~ Out onward to the deep, and roused
12    VI|        the aroused flash~ Leaps onward, lumining with forky light~
13    VI| collisions, but~ Flies shooting onward with a swift elan.~ Next,
14    VI|        as they roll,~ Into that onward course. Again, perchance,~
15    VI|          His mouths against his onward waves, when sea,~ Wild in
16    VI|         rest nor respite of the onward flow,~ Since 'tis incessantly
17    VI|         lies behind~ Conveys it onward, pushing from the rear.~