Metre/Prose,  page

 1 pI,    8   |  coming of winter. On this the old Haemonian with diligent
 2 mIII,   22 |    time puts away age, and the old world begins to be a boy;
 3 pIII,   28 |     autumn, now whitens in the old age of winter. Like change
 4 pIII,   29 |      life, the wintry frost of old age makes him grow white
 5 mV,   47   |    becomes young and Melicerta old, Thersites begs Paris for
 6 mVI,   58  | poverty of iron clothes it; of old the glory of gold invested
 7 pVI,   60  |       certain daughters of the old Idololatria, who was in
 8 pVIII,   77|     ploughed by the furrows of old age. Just as he would alter
 9 pVIII,   80|      beauty. The hoar-frost of old age was trying to scatter
10 pIX,   91  |       any of the plow-marks of old age. His Lyarments, whose
11 pIX,   92  |     uncorrupted by the moth of old age. It was joined to the
12 pIX,   92  |    none of Nature's gifts, for old age had subjected it to