orbe vago labens, miserae nunc robora silvae atterit et vastas tenuat complexibus ornos; saepe super fluvios geminae iacet aggere ripae continuus, squamisque incisus adaestuat amnis.
Now gliding in a wavy circle he surrounds the gods shrine, now he scrapes the timber of the hapless forest and thins down huge ash trees with his embraces. Often he lies stretched over both rising banks of a river in one line, and the stream froths at the cut of his scales.
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