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1 pI,    7  |        exile by its light, and cold by its fire. On this, as
2 pI,    8  |      prophesied with banner of cold the coming of winter. On
3 pI,    9  |      such frostiness and great cold did it slowly move that
4 pI,   16  |       tempers the wrath of our cold climate by its pelt, fought
5 mIII,   22|    winter's shade, forcing all cold to suffer exile. Still there
6 mIII,   22|   faith of the air, and wintry cold blast not the first blossom ;
7 pIV,   35 | sharpened with the severity of cold. The birds, which have been
8 pVII,   73|     the greedy sycophant grows cold in his praise and commendation