. . . . . . Soon had his crew 



Opened into the hill a spacious wound, 

 And digged out ribs of gold . . : . 

 .Vnon out of the earth a fabric h ig j 

 Kose like an exhalation, with the sound 

 Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, 

 B-iH*, H^e a temple. 



MILTON. Paradise Lost, i. 



