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 1    I|          quis tibi, Phrixe, dolor, rapido cum concitus aestu~
 2    I|     dum metus est nec adhuc dolor. ei mihi, Colchos~
 3    I|                        ille dolor, sed -- nulla magis sententia
 4   II|     principia, hinc rabidas dolor undique matres~
 5   II|   urbem Thressaeque regant. dolor iraque surgit,~
 6   II|         Exoritur novus urbe dolor planctusque per omnes~
 7  III|      increpitat: 'numquamne dolor virtusve subibit~
 8  III|       sic famulum matrumque dolor, sic omnis ad unum~
 9  III|          ira manet duratque dolor. cum deinde tremendi~
10  III|                        fert dolor, an sese comitem tam tristibus
11  III|  pervigilant castella metu, dolor attrahit orbes~
12   IV|                           o dolor, o dulces quas gessimus
13  VII|                       monte dolor cunctaeque tremunt sub falce
14 VIII| atque 'hanc, o siquis vobis dolor iraque, Colchi,~
15 VIII|                        quid dolor et veterum potuit non ira
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