Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state,
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here
were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.
( Dante Alighieri )
[ The Divine Comedy ]
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