Eclogue

1  III|         get you gone!~There’s a cold adder lurking in the grass.”~
2    V| wine-god’s bounty above all,~If cold, before the hearth, or in
3 VIII|     Ulysses, and by song~Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.~“
4    X|         and the flinty crags~Of cold Lycaeus. The sheep too stood
5    X|     keen wild boar. No frost so cold~But I will hem with hounds
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