John Milton: Extract from “Paradise Lost” Book IV

Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune
The trembling leaves, while universal Pan
Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance
Led on th’ eternal spring. Not that fair field
Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flow’rs
Her self a fairer flow’r by gloomie Dis
Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain
To seek her through the world; nor that sweet grove
Of Daphne by Orontes, and th’ inspir’d
Castalian Spring, might with this Paradise
Of Eden strive; . . .

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Notes:

Dis is Pluto

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