frore

Small solace did they take From that frore radiance glistering on the dull Black desert gripped in iron silences, Like a false triumph o'er contestless fates, Or a mirage of life in wastes of Death.

My little white goat that with raised feet huggest The oak stock, thy horns in the ivies frore, Could I wrestle like thee—how the wreaths thou tuggest!—

The parching air Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire.6 The “Inferno” of Dante has also “its eternal darkness for the dwellers in fierce heat and in ice.”

Great Pentheus, Lord of all this Theban land, I come from high Kithaeron, where the frore Snow spangles gleam and cease not evermore.

The fog was become a mist here, a frore whitish mist that saturated him with a malignant chill.