Quotation by John Milton

then from Pole to Pole
He views in bredth, and without longer pause
Down right into the Worlds first Region throws
His flight precipitant, and windes with ease
Through the pure marble Airhis oblique way
Amongst innumerable Stars, that shon
Stars distant, but nigh hand seemd other Worlds,
Or other Worlds they seemd, or happy Iles,
Like those Hesperian Gardens fam'd of old,
Fortunate Fields, and Groves and flowrie Vales,
Thrice happy Iles, but who dwelt happy there
He stayd not to enquire.
John Milton (1608–1674), British poet. Paradise Lost (l. Bk. III, l. 560–571).

OBS. The Complete Poetry of John Milton. John T. Shawcross, ed. (1963, rev. ed. 1971) Doubleday.
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