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Updated: May 25, 2025

And now the horned and unhorned kind, Whose lair is in the wood, sore-famished, grind Their sounding jaws, and, chilled and quaking, fly Where oaks the mountain dells embranch on high: They seek to conch in thickets of the glen, Or lurk, deep sheltered, in some rocky den.

Marcius Willson - Mosaics of Grecian History