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 1   T-I|        hair unbound,~touching the cold hearth with trembling lips,~
 2   T-I|          lifted her body from the cold ground,~she wept for herself,
 3   T-I|            The sailor, confessing cold fear by his pallor,~defeated,
 4  T-II|         sea closed by the binding cold.~So far north Rome extends,
 5 T-III|       earth gripped with freezing cold.~The Bosphorus, Don, the
 6 T-III|         nothing but uninhabitable cold.~Ah how near I am to the
 7 T-III|         Men keep out the dreadful cold with sewn trousers~and furs:
 8 T-III|           solid rivers, frozen by cold,~and water dug out brittle
 9 T-III|          beat on waters hard with cold:~and across this new bridge
10 T-III|              Zephyrus lessens the cold, now the past year’s done,~
11  T-IV|          me, after the icy winter cold,~and twice completed his
12   T-V| Philoctetes, son of Poeas, in his~cold cave, wearied the Lemnian
13   T-V|       this weather, never~free of cold, this soil always hardened
14   T-V|        They keep off the evils of cold with pelts~and loose trousers,
15   T-V|          Danube’s frozen with the cold, three times~the Black Sea’
16   T-V|            so winter’s immoderate cold has harmed me.~Yet if only
17  ExII|           contending as I am~with cold, with arrows, and with my
18  ExII|          Rome? Where’s worse than cold Scythia?~Yet the homesick
19  ExII|     crushed by war on the ground, cold in the sky,~wild Getae with
20  ExII|       poured the spices over your cold breast.~Grieving, he mingled
21   ExI|      temperate climate:~perpetual cold chills the Sarmatian coastline.~
22 ExIII|         gripped by the immoderate cold.~You hold the waves ice-bound,
23  ExIV|       really does freeze with the cold,~and ice covers many acres
24  ExIV|          and they possess extreme cold.~Here’s the source of the
25  ExIV|         sooner be free of war and cold,~the two things hateful
26  ExIV|        winds be warm, south winds cold,~and my fate have the power
27  ExIV|           weeds less, the swallow cold,~than Ovid hates this place
28  ExIV|         letters.~I moan about the cold, the fearful incursions
29  IBIS|      Ganges runs warm, and Danube cold:~while mountains produce
30  IBIS| olive-rich Sicyon,~may hunger and cold be the causes of your death.~
31   Ind|       from Rome.~Ibis:135-162 Its cold waters.~Book EIV.VI:1-50
32   Ind|          old age, duty, grief and cold.~Ibis:251-310 Castrated