Book, Chapter

1    1,  23| turned colder than a Gallic winter, and could not utter a word;
2    2,  59|   And gloctoring exile from winter, herald of spring,~Still,
3    4, 113|   locks of Spring by bitter Winter's sway;~Thy naked temples
4    4, 126|     To Hercules' altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it~
5    5, 152|    out of the gash."~In the winter of 1895 a dinner was given
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