O. hoc potius, frater Corydon, nemus, antra petamus ista patris Fauni, graciles ubi pinea denset silva comas rapidoque caput levat obvia soli, bullantes ubi fagus aquas radice sub ipsa protegit et ramis errantibus implicat umbras.
O. Rather let us seek this grove, brother Corydon,'the grottoes over there, the haunt of Father Faunus, where the pine forest thickly spreads its delicate foliage and rears its head to meet the suns fierce rays, where the beech shields the waters that bubble neath its very roots, and with its straying boughs casts a tangled shade.
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