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’Mid such a freshness swift-foot sprang aground our second Argonauts, far-left the Fleet, where in the wood-depths willing to be found strolled the fair Nymphs as though no fear they weet;
These waked the Zitter’s soft pathetic sound, those made the Harp and Flute sing song as sweet; and bearing golden bows appeared a few the prey pursuing they did not pursue.