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Ornitus —
Rather this grove, brother Corydon ; there let us seek a retreat In the grots of our father Faunus, where the pine forest sheds Its slender tresses, and softens the glare of the sun on our heads; Where under its roots the great beech-tree shelters the bubbling
spring,
And amid its wide-spreading           entangles the shadows
bearing Faun.