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1  T-II|     further than this, except frost and foes,~and the sea closed
2 T-III|   Pontus, seared by perpetual frost, holds me.~I who fled from ‘
3 T-III|  leaves, ~struck by the first frost, when winter spoils them,~
4 T-III|   earth is white with marbled frost,~when Boreas and the snow
5 T-III|    gleam white with a coat of frost.~Wine stands exposed, holding
6   T-V|      always hardened by white frost,~these barbarian tongues
7 ExIII| chariot,~would drive away all frost from my feelings.~Without
8  ExIV|      wine stand frozen by the frost:~you yourself see the fierce
9   Ind|    complains of its perpetual frost. If so the climate has changed,