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 1   T-I|      the waves, shivering in icy December,~or the verses
 2  T-II|    beneath virgin Callisto’s icy pole –~the Ciziges, the
 3 T-III|   when dark winter shows its icy face,~and the earth is white
 4 T-III|     the farthest land of the icy world?~I suppose you expect
 5  T-IV|     drawn near me, after the icy winter cold,~and twice completed
 6  T-IV|     my native place, rich in icy streams,~and ninety miles
 7   T-V|     wormwood be missing from icy Pontus,~or Sicilian Hybla
 8   ExI|   Ovid speak to you from the icy Danube, Atticus, ~you who,
 9 ExIII|      wild Danube gathers its icy waters?~What’s the reason
10 ExIII| hurts the mind, with worry’s icy chill,~and tightens the
11  ExIV|     sees me exiled under the icy pole.~My poetry’s no help.
12  IBIS|     in vengeance, stretch an icy hand to where you are.~You’
13   Ind|     there.~Book TV.XIII:1-34 Icy Pontus. The wormwood plant,