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diff --git a/8792.txt b/8792.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9e9ea9c --- /dev/null +++ b/8792.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1686 @@ +Project Gutenberg's The Vision of Purgatory, Part 3, by Dante Alighieri +Translated By The Rev. H. F. Cary, Illustrated by Gustave Dore + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Vision of Purgatory, Part 3 + Translated By The Rev. H. F. Cary, Illustrated by Gustave Dore + +Author: Dante Alighieri + +Release Date: August 4, 2004 [EBook #8792] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VISION OF PURGATORY, PART 3 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +THE VISION + +OF + +HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE + +BY DANTE ALIGHIERI + + +TRANSLATED BY + +THE REV. H. F. CARY + + + + +PURGATORY + +Part 3 + +Cantos 11 - 18 + + + + +CANTO XI + +"O thou Almighty Father, who dost make +The heavens thy dwelling, not in bounds confin'd, +But that with love intenser there thou view'st +Thy primal effluence, hallow'd be thy name: +Join each created being to extol +Thy might, for worthy humblest thanks and praise +Is thy blest Spirit. May thy kingdom's peace +Come unto us; for we, unless it come, +With all our striving thither tend in vain. +As of their will the angels unto thee +Tender meet sacrifice, circling thy throne +With loud hosannas, so of theirs be done +By saintly men on earth. Grant us this day +Our daily manna, without which he roams +Through this rough desert retrograde, who most +Toils to advance his steps. As we to each +Pardon the evil done us, pardon thou +Benign, and of our merit take no count. +'Gainst the old adversary prove thou not +Our virtue easily subdu'd; but free +From his incitements and defeat his wiles. +This last petition, dearest Lord! is made +Not for ourselves, since that were needless now, +But for their sakes who after us remain." + +Thus for themselves and us good speed imploring, +Those spirits went beneath a weight like that +We sometimes feel in dreams, all, sore beset, +But with unequal anguish, wearied all, +Round the first circuit, purging as they go, +The world's gross darkness off: In our behalf +If there vows still be offer'd, what can here +For them be vow'd and done by such, whose wills +Have root of goodness in them? Well beseems +That we should help them wash away the stains +They carried hence, that so made pure and light, +They may spring upward to the starry spheres. + +"Ah! so may mercy-temper'd justice rid +Your burdens speedily, that ye have power +To stretch your wing, which e'en to your desire +Shall lift you, as ye show us on which hand +Toward the ladder leads the shortest way. +And if there be more passages than one, +Instruct us of that easiest to ascend; +For this man who comes with me, and bears yet +The charge of fleshly raiment Adam left him, +Despite his better will but slowly mounts." +From whom the answer came unto these words, +Which my guide spake, appear'd not; but 'twas said: + +"Along the bank to rightward come with us, +And ye shall find a pass that mocks not toil +Of living man to climb: and were it not +That I am hinder'd by the rock, wherewith +This arrogant neck is tam'd, whence needs I stoop +My visage to the ground, him, who yet lives, +Whose name thou speak'st not him I fain would view. +To mark if e'er I knew himnd to crave +His pity for the fardel that I bear. +I was of Latiun, of a Tuscan horn +A mighty one: Aldobranlesco's name +My sire's, I know not if ye e'er have heard. +My old blood and forefathers' gallant deeds +Made me so haughty, that I clean forgot +The common mother, and to such excess, +Wax'd in my scorn of all men, that I fell, +Fell therefore; by what fate Sienna's sons, +Each child in Campagnatico, can tell. +I am Omberto; not me only pride +Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd +In mischief with her. Here my lot ordains +Under this weight to groan, till I appease +God's angry justice, since I did it not +Amongst the living, here amongst the dead." + +List'ning I bent my visage down: and one +(Not he who spake) twisted beneath the weight +That urg'd him, saw me, knew me straight, and call'd, +Holding his eyes With difficulty fix'd +Intent upon me, stooping as I went +Companion of their way. "O!" I exclaim'd, + +"Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou +Agobbio's glory, glory of that art +Which they of Paris call the limmer's skill?" + +"Brother!" said he, "with tints that gayer smile, +Bolognian Franco's pencil lines the leaves. +His all the honour now; mine borrow'd light. +In truth I had not been thus courteous to him, +The whilst I liv'd, through eagerness of zeal +For that pre-eminence my heart was bent on. +Here of such pride the forfeiture is paid. +Nor were I even here; if, able still +To sin, I had not turn'd me unto God. +O powers of man! how vain your glory, nipp'd +E'en in its height of verdure, if an age +Less bright succeed not! imbue thought +To lord it over painting's field; and now +The cry is Giotto's, and his name eclips'd. +Thus hath one Guido from the other snatch'd +The letter'd prize: and he perhaps is born, +Who shall drive either from their nest. The noise +Of worldly fame is but a blast of wind, +That blows from divers points, and shifts its name +Shifting the point it blows from. Shalt thou more +Live in the mouths of mankind, if thy flesh +Part shrivel'd from thee, than if thou hadst died, +Before the coral and the pap were left, +Or ere some thousand years have passed? and that +Is, to eternity compar'd, a space, +Briefer than is the twinkling of an eye +To the heaven's slowest orb. He there who treads +So leisurely before me, far and wide +Through Tuscany resounded once; and now +Is in Sienna scarce with whispers nam'd: +There was he sov'reign, when destruction caught +The madd'ning rage of Florence, in that day +Proud as she now is loathsome. Your renown +Is as the herb, whose hue doth come and go, +And his might withers it, by whom it sprang +Crude from the lap of earth." I thus to him: +"True are thy sayings: to my heart they breathe +The kindly spirit of meekness, and allay +What tumours rankle there. But who is he +Of whom thou spak'st but now?"--"This," he replied, +"Is Provenzano. He is here, because +He reach'd, with grasp presumptuous, at the sway +Of all Sienna. Thus he still hath gone, +Thus goeth never-resting, since he died. +Such is th' acquittance render'd back of him, +Who, beyond measure, dar'd on earth." I then: +"If soul that to the verge of life delays +Repentance, linger in that lower space, +Nor hither mount, unless good prayers befriend, +How chanc'd admittance was vouchsaf'd to him?" + +"When at his glory's topmost height," said he, +"Respect of dignity all cast aside, +Freely He fix'd him on Sienna's plain, +A suitor to redeem his suff'ring friend, +Who languish'd in the prison-house of Charles, +Nor for his sake refus'd through every vein +To tremble. More I will not say; and dark, +I know, my words are, but thy neighbours soon +Shall help thee to a comment on the text. +This is the work, that from these limits freed him." + + + + +CANTO XII + +With equal pace as oxen in the yoke, +I with that laden spirit journey'd on +Long as the mild instructor suffer'd me; +But when he bade me quit him, and proceed +(For "here," said he, "behooves with sail and oars +Each man, as best he may, push on his bark"), +Upright, as one dispos'd for speed, I rais'd +My body, still in thought submissive bow'd. + +I now my leader's track not loth pursued; +And each had shown how light we far'd along +When thus he warn'd me: "Bend thine eyesight down: +For thou to ease the way shall find it good +To ruminate the bed beneath thy feet." + +As in memorial of the buried, drawn +Upon earth-level tombs, the sculptur'd form +Of what was once, appears (at sight whereof +Tears often stream forth by remembrance wak'd, +Whose sacred stings the piteous only feel), +So saw I there, but with more curious skill +Of portraiture o'erwrought, whate'er of space +From forth the mountain stretches. On one part +Him I beheld, above all creatures erst +Created noblest, light'ning fall from heaven: +On th' other side with bolt celestial pierc'd +Briareus: cumb'ring earth he lay through dint +Of mortal ice-stroke. The Thymbraean god +With Mars, I saw, and Pallas, round their sire, +Arm'd still, and gazing on the giant's limbs +Strewn o'er th' ethereal field. Nimrod I saw: +At foot of the stupendous work he stood, +As if bewilder'd, looking on the crowd +Leagued in his proud attempt on Sennaar's plain. + +O Niobe! in what a trance of woe +Thee I beheld, upon that highway drawn, +Sev'n sons on either side thee slain! Saul! +How ghastly didst thou look! on thine own sword +Expiring in Gilboa, from that hour +Ne'er visited with rain from heav'n or dew! + +O fond Arachne! thee I also saw +Half spider now in anguish crawling up +Th' unfinish'd web thou weaved'st to thy bane! + +O Rehoboam! here thy shape doth seem +Louring no more defiance! but fear-smote +With none to chase him in his chariot whirl'd. + +Was shown beside upon the solid floor +How dear Alcmaeon forc'd his mother rate +That ornament in evil hour receiv'd: +How in the temple on Sennacherib fell +His sons, and how a corpse they left him there. +Was shown the scath and cruel mangling made +By Tomyris on Cyrus, when she cried: +"Blood thou didst thirst for, take thy fill of blood!" +Was shown how routed in the battle fled +Th' Assyrians, Holofernes slain, and e'en +The relics of the carnage. Troy I mark'd +In ashes and in caverns. Oh! how fall'n, +How abject, Ilion, was thy semblance there! + +What master of the pencil or the style +Had trac'd the shades and lines, that might have made +The subtlest workman wonder? Dead the dead, +The living seem'd alive; with clearer view +His eye beheld not who beheld the truth, +Than mine what I did tread on, while I went +Low bending. Now swell out; and with stiff necks +Pass on, ye sons of Eve! veil not your looks, +Lest they descry the evil of your path! + +I noted not (so busied was my thought) +How much we now had circled of the mount, +And of his course yet more the sun had spent, +When he, who with still wakeful caution went, +Admonish'd: "Raise thou up thy head: for know +Time is not now for slow suspense. Behold +That way an angel hasting towards us! Lo! +Where duly the sixth handmaid doth return +From service on the day. Wear thou in look +And gesture seemly grace of reverent awe, +That gladly he may forward us aloft. +Consider that this day ne'er dawns again." + +Time's loss he had so often warn'd me 'gainst, +I could not miss the scope at which he aim'd. + +The goodly shape approach'd us, snowy white +In vesture, and with visage casting streams +Of tremulous lustre like the matin star. +His arms he open'd, then his wings; and spake: +"Onward: the steps, behold! are near; and now +Th' ascent is without difficulty gain'd." + +A scanty few are they, who when they hear +Such tidings, hasten. O ye race of men +Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind +So slight to baffle ye? He led us on +Where the rock parted; here against my front +Did beat his wings, then promis'd I should fare +In safety on my way. As to ascend +That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands +(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down +On the well-guided city,) up the right +Th' impetuous rise is broken by the steps +Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still +The registry and label rested safe; +Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here +Precipitous from the other circuit falls: +But on each hand the tall cliff presses close. + +As ent'ring there we turn'd, voices, in strain +Ineffable, sang: "Blessed are the poor +In spirit." Ah how far unlike to these +The straits of hell; here songs to usher us, +There shrieks of woe! We climb the holy stairs: +And lighter to myself by far I seem'd +Than on the plain before, whence thus I spake: +"Say, master, of what heavy thing have I +Been lighten'd, that scarce aught the sense of toil +Affects me journeying?" He in few replied: +"When sin's broad characters, that yet remain +Upon thy temples, though well nigh effac'd, +Shall be, as one is, all clean razed out, +Then shall thy feet by heartiness of will +Be so o'ercome, they not alone shall feel +No sense of labour, but delight much more +Shall wait them urg'd along their upward way." + +Then like to one, upon whose head is plac'd +Somewhat he deems not of but from the becks +Of others as they pass him by; his hand +Lends therefore help to' assure him, searches, finds, +And well performs such office as the eye +Wants power to execute: so stretching forth +The fingers of my right hand, did I find +Six only of the letters, which his sword +Who bare the keys had trac'd upon my brow. +The leader, as he mark'd mine action, smil'd. + + + + +CANTO XIII + +We reach'd the summit of the scale, and stood +Upon the second buttress of that mount +Which healeth him who climbs. A cornice there, +Like to the former, girdles round the hill; +Save that its arch with sweep less ample bends. + +Shadow nor image there is seen; all smooth +The rampart and the path, reflecting nought +But the rock's sullen hue. "If here we wait +For some to question," said the bard, "I fear +Our choice may haply meet too long delay." + +Then fixedly upon the sun his eyes +He fastn'd, made his right the central point +From whence to move, and turn'd the left aside. +"O pleasant light, my confidence and hope, +Conduct us thou," he cried, "on this new way, +Where now I venture, leading to the bourn +We seek. The universal world to thee +Owes warmth and lustre. If no other cause +Forbid, thy beams should ever be our guide." + +Far, as is measur'd for a mile on earth, +In brief space had we journey'd; such prompt will +Impell'd; and towards us flying, now were heard +Spirits invisible, who courteously +Unto love's table bade the welcome guest. +The voice, that firstlew by, call'd forth aloud, +"They have no wine;" so on behind us past, +Those sounds reiterating, nor yet lost +In the faint distance, when another came +Crying, "I am Orestes," and alike +Wing'd its fleet way. "Oh father!" I exclaim'd, +"What tongues are these?" and as I question'd, lo! +A third exclaiming, "Love ye those have wrong'd you." + +"This circuit," said my teacher, "knots the scourge +For envy, and the cords are therefore drawn +By charity's correcting hand. The curb +Is of a harsher sound, as thou shalt hear +(If I deem rightly), ere thou reach the pass, +Where pardon sets them free. But fix thine eyes +Intently through the air, and thou shalt see +A multitude before thee seated, each +Along the shelving grot." Then more than erst +I op'd my eyes, before me view'd, and saw +Shadows with garments dark as was the rock; +And when we pass'd a little forth, I heard +A crying, "Blessed Mary! pray for us, +Michael and Peter! all ye saintly host!" + +I do not think there walks on earth this day +Man so remorseless, that he hath not yearn'd +With pity at the sight that next I saw. +Mine eyes a load of sorrow teemed, when now +I stood so near them, that their semblances +Came clearly to my view. Of sackcloth vile +Their cov'ring seem'd; and on his shoulder one +Did stay another, leaning, and all lean'd +Against the cliff. E'en thus the blind and poor, +Near the confessionals, to crave an alms, +Stand, each his head upon his fellow's sunk, + +So most to stir compassion, not by sound +Of words alone, but that, which moves not less, +The sight of mis'ry. And as never beam +Of noonday visiteth the eyeless man, +E'en so was heav'n a niggard unto these +Of his fair light; for, through the orbs of all, +A thread of wire, impiercing, knits them up, +As for the taming of a haggard hawk. + +It were a wrong, methought, to pass and look +On others, yet myself the while unseen. +To my sage counsel therefore did I turn. +He knew the meaning of the mute appeal, +Nor waited for my questioning, but said: +"Speak; and be brief, be subtle in thy words." + +On that part of the cornice, whence no rim +Engarlands its steep fall, did Virgil come; +On the' other side me were the spirits, their cheeks +Bathing devout with penitential tears, +That through the dread impalement forc'd a way. + +I turn'd me to them, and "O shades!" said I, + +"Assur'd that to your eyes unveil'd shall shine +The lofty light, sole object of your wish, +So may heaven's grace clear whatsoe'er of foam +Floats turbid on the conscience, that thenceforth +The stream of mind roll limpid from its source, +As ye declare (for so shall ye impart +A boon I dearly prize) if any soul +Of Latium dwell among ye; and perchance +That soul may profit, if I learn so much." + +"My brother, we are each one citizens +Of one true city. Any thou wouldst say, +Who lived a stranger in Italia's land." + +So heard I answering, as appeal'd, a voice +That onward came some space from whence I stood. + +A spirit I noted, in whose look was mark'd +Expectance. Ask ye how? The chin was rais'd +As in one reft of sight. "Spirit," said I, +"Who for thy rise are tutoring (if thou be +That which didst answer to me,) or by place +Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee." + +"I was," it answer'd, "of Sienna: here +I cleanse away with these the evil life, +Soliciting with tears that He, who is, +Vouchsafe him to us. Though Sapia nam'd +In sapience I excell'd not, gladder far +Of others' hurt, than of the good befell me. +That thou mayst own I now deceive thee not, +Hear, if my folly were not as I speak it. +When now my years slop'd waning down the arch, +It so bechanc'd, my fellow citizens +Near Colle met their enemies in the field, +And I pray'd God to grant what He had will'd. +There were they vanquish'd, and betook themselves +Unto the bitter passages of flight. +I mark'd the hunt, and waxing out of bounds +In gladness, lifted up my shameless brow, +And like the merlin cheated by a gleam, +Cried, "It is over. Heav'n! fear thee not." +Upon my verge of life I wish'd for peace +With God; nor repentance had supplied +What I did lack of duty, were it not +The hermit Piero, touch'd with charity, +In his devout orisons thought on me. +"But who art thou that question'st of our state, +Who go'st to my belief, with lids unclos'd, +And breathest in thy talk?"--"Mine eyes," said I, +"May yet be here ta'en from me; but not long; +For they have not offended grievously +With envious glances. But the woe beneath +Urges my soul with more exceeding dread. +That nether load already weighs me down." + +She thus: "Who then amongst us here aloft +Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?" + +"He," answer'd I, "who standeth mute beside me. +I live: of me ask therefore, chosen spirit, +If thou desire I yonder yet should move +For thee my mortal feet."--"Oh!" she replied, +"This is so strange a thing, it is great sign +That God doth love thee. Therefore with thy prayer +Sometime assist me: and by that I crave, +Which most thou covetest, that if thy feet +E'er tread on Tuscan soil, thou save my fame +Amongst my kindred. Them shalt thou behold +With that vain multitude, who set their hope +On Telamone's haven, there to fail +Confounded, more shall when the fancied stream +They sought of Dian call'd: but they who lead +Their navies, more than ruin'd hopes shall mourn." + + + + +CANTO XIV + +"Say who is he around our mountain winds, +Or ever death has prun'd his wing for flight, +That opes his eyes and covers them at will?" + +"I know not who he is, but know thus much +He comes not singly. Do thou ask of him, +For thou art nearer to him, and take heed +Accost him gently, so that he may speak." + +Thus on the right two Spirits bending each +Toward the other, talk'd of me, then both +Addressing me, their faces backward lean'd, +And thus the one began: "O soul, who yet +Pent in the body, tendest towards the sky! +For charity, we pray thee' comfort us, +Recounting whence thou com'st, and who thou art: +For thou dost make us at the favour shown thee +Marvel, as at a thing that ne'er hath been." + +"There stretches through the midst of Tuscany," +I straight began: "a brooklet, whose well-head +Springs up in Falterona, with his race +Not satisfied, when he some hundred miles +Hath measur'd. From his banks bring, I this frame. +To tell you who I am were words misspent: +For yet my name scarce sounds on rumour's lip." + +"If well I do incorp'rate with my thought +The meaning of thy speech," said he, who first +Addrest me, "thou dost speak of Arno's wave." + +To whom the other: "Why hath he conceal'd +The title of that river, as a man +Doth of some horrible thing?" The spirit, who +Thereof was question'd, did acquit him thus: +"I know not: but 'tis fitting well the name +Should perish of that vale; for from the source +Where teems so plenteously the Alpine steep +Maim'd of Pelorus, (that doth scarcely pass +Beyond that limit,) even to the point +Whereunto ocean is restor'd, what heaven +Drains from th' exhaustless store for all earth's streams, +Throughout the space is virtue worried down, +As 'twere a snake, by all, for mortal foe, +Or through disastrous influence on the place, +Or else distortion of misguided wills, +That custom goads to evil: whence in those, +The dwellers in that miserable vale, +Nature is so transform'd, it seems as they +Had shar'd of Circe's feeding. 'Midst brute swine, +Worthier of acorns than of other food +Created for man's use, he shapeth first +His obscure way; then, sloping onward, finds +Curs, snarlers more in spite than power, from whom +He turns with scorn aside: still journeying down, +By how much more the curst and luckless foss +Swells out to largeness, e'en so much it finds +Dogs turning into wolves. Descending still +Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets +A race of foxes, so replete with craft, +They do not fear that skill can master it. +Nor will I cease because my words are heard +By other ears than thine. It shall be well +For this man, if he keep in memory +What from no erring Spirit I reveal. +Lo! behold thy grandson, that becomes +A hunter of those wolves, upon the shore +Of the fierce stream, and cows them all with dread: +Their flesh yet living sets he up to sale, +Then like an aged beast to slaughter dooms. +Many of life he reaves, himself of worth +And goodly estimation. Smear'd with gore +Mark how he issues from the rueful wood, +Leaving such havoc, that in thousand years +It spreads not to prime lustihood again." + +As one, who tidings hears of woe to come, +Changes his looks perturb'd, from whate'er part +The peril grasp him, so beheld I change +That spirit, who had turn'd to listen, struck +With sadness, soon as he had caught the word. + +His visage and the other's speech did raise +Desire in me to know the names of both, +whereof with meek entreaty I inquir'd. + +The shade, who late addrest me, thus resum'd: +"Thy wish imports that I vouchsafe to do +For thy sake what thou wilt not do for mine. +But since God's will is that so largely shine +His grace in thee, I will be liberal too. +Guido of Duca know then that I am. +Envy so parch'd my blood, that had I seen +A fellow man made joyous, thou hadst mark'd +A livid paleness overspread my cheek. +Such harvest reap I of the seed I sow'd. +O man, why place thy heart where there doth need +Exclusion of participants in good? +This is Rinieri's spirit, this the boast +And honour of the house of Calboli, +Where of his worth no heritage remains. +Nor his the only blood, that hath been stript +('twixt Po, the mount, the Reno, and the shore,) +Of all that truth or fancy asks for bliss; +But in those limits such a growth has sprung +Of rank and venom'd roots, as long would mock +Slow culture's toil. Where is good Liziohere +Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna? +O bastard slips of old Romagna's line! +When in Bologna the low artisan, +And in Faenza yon Bernardin sprouts, +A gentle cyon from ignoble stem. +Wonder not, Tuscan, if thou see me weep, +When I recall to mind those once lov'd names, +Guido of Prata, and of Azzo him +That dwelt with you; Tignoso and his troop, +With Traversaro's house and Anastagio's, +(Each race disherited) and beside these, +The ladies and the knights, the toils and ease, +That witch'd us into love and courtesy; +Where now such malice reigns in recreant hearts. +O Brettinoro! wherefore tarriest still, +Since forth of thee thy family hath gone, +And many, hating evil, join'd their steps? +Well doeth he, that bids his lineage cease, +Bagnacavallo; Castracaro ill, +And Conio worse, who care to propagate +A race of Counties from such blood as theirs. +Well shall ye also do, Pagani, then +When from amongst you tries your demon child. +Not so, howe'er, that henceforth there remain +True proof of what ye were. O Hugolin! +Thou sprung of Fantolini's line! thy name +Is safe, since none is look'd for after thee +To cloud its lustre, warping from thy stock. +But, Tuscan, go thy ways; for now I take +Far more delight in weeping than in words. +Such pity for your sakes hath wrung my heart." + +We knew those gentle spirits at parting heard +Our steps. Their silence therefore of our way +Assur'd us. Soon as we had quitted them, +Advancing onward, lo! a voice that seem'd +Like vollied light'ning, when it rives the air, +Met us, and shouted, "Whosoever finds +Will slay me," then fled from us, as the bolt +Lanc'd sudden from a downward-rushing cloud. +When it had giv'n short truce unto our hearing, +Behold the other with a crash as loud +As the quick-following thunder: "Mark in me +Aglauros turn'd to rock." I at the sound +Retreating drew more closely to my guide. + +Now in mute stillness rested all the air: +And thus he spake: "There was the galling bit. +But your old enemy so baits his hook, +He drags you eager to him. Hence nor curb +Avails you, nor reclaiming call. Heav'n calls +And round about you wheeling courts your gaze +With everlasting beauties. Yet your eye +Turns with fond doting still upon the earth. +Therefore He smites you who discerneth all." + + + + +CANTO XV + +As much as 'twixt the third hour's close and dawn, +Appeareth of heav'n's sphere, that ever whirls +As restless as an infant in his play, +So much appear'd remaining to the sun +Of his slope journey towards the western goal. + +Evening was there, and here the noon of night; +and full upon our forehead smote the beams. +For round the mountain, circling, so our path +Had led us, that toward the sun-set now +Direct we journey'd: when I felt a weight +Of more exceeding splendour, than before, +Press on my front. The cause unknown, amaze +Possess'd me, and both hands against my brow +Lifting, I interpos'd them, as a screen, +That of its gorgeous superflux of light +Clipp'd the diminish'd orb. As when the ray, +Striking On water or the surface clear +Of mirror, leaps unto the opposite part, +Ascending at a glance, e'en as it fell, +(And so much differs from the stone, that falls +Through equal space, as practice skill hath shown); +Thus with refracted light before me seemed +The ground there smitten; whence in sudden haste +My sight recoil'd. "What is this, sire belov'd! +'Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?" +Cried I, "and which towards us moving seems?" + +"Marvel not, if the family of heav'n," +He answer'd, "yet with dazzling radiance dim +Thy sense it is a messenger who comes, +Inviting man's ascent. Such sights ere long, +Not grievous, shall impart to thee delight, +As thy perception is by nature wrought +Up to their pitch." The blessed angel, soon +As we had reach'd him, hail'd us with glad voice: +"Here enter on a ladder far less steep +Than ye have yet encounter'd." We forthwith +Ascending, heard behind us chanted sweet, +"Blessed the merciful," and "happy thou! +That conquer'st." Lonely each, my guide and I +Pursued our upward way; and as we went, +Some profit from his words I hop'd to win, +And thus of him inquiring, fram'd my speech: + +"What meant Romagna's spirit, when he spake +Of bliss exclusive with no partner shar'd?" + +He straight replied: "No wonder, since he knows, +What sorrow waits on his own worst defect, +If he chide others, that they less may mourn. +Because ye point your wishes at a mark, +Where, by communion of possessors, part +Is lessen'd, envy bloweth up the sighs of men. +No fear of that might touch ye, if the love +Of higher sphere exalted your desire. +For there, by how much more they call it ours, +So much propriety of each in good +Increases more, and heighten'd charity +Wraps that fair cloister in a brighter flame." + +"Now lack I satisfaction more," said I, +"Than if thou hadst been silent at the first, +And doubt more gathers on my lab'ring thought. +How can it chance, that good distributed, +The many, that possess it, makes more rich, +Than if 't were shar'd by few?" He answering thus: +"Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth, +Strikes darkness from true light. The highest good +Unlimited, ineffable, doth so speed +To love, as beam to lucid body darts, +Giving as much of ardour as it finds. +The sempiternal effluence streams abroad +Spreading, wherever charity extends. +So that the more aspirants to that bliss +Are multiplied, more good is there to love, +And more is lov'd; as mirrors, that reflect, +Each unto other, propagated light. +If these my words avail not to allay +Thy thirsting, Beatrice thou shalt see, +Who of this want, and of all else thou hast, +Shall rid thee to the full. Provide but thou +That from thy temples may be soon eras'd, +E'en as the two already, those five scars, +That when they pain thee worst, then kindliest heal," + +"Thou," I had said, "content'st me," when I saw +The other round was gain'd, and wond'ring eyes +Did keep me mute. There suddenly I seem'd +By an ecstatic vision wrapt away; +And in a temple saw, methought, a crowd +Of many persons; and at th' entrance stood +A dame, whose sweet demeanour did express +A mother's love, who said, "Child! why hast thou +Dealt with us thus? Behold thy sire and I +Sorrowing have sought thee;" and so held her peace, +And straight the vision fled. A female next +Appear'd before me, down whose visage cours'd +Those waters, that grief forces out from one +By deep resentment stung, who seem'd to say: +"If thou, Pisistratus, be lord indeed +Over this city, nam'd with such debate +Of adverse gods, and whence each science sparkles, +Avenge thee of those arms, whose bold embrace +Hath clasp'd our daughter; "and to fuel, meseem'd, +Benign and meek, with visage undisturb'd, +Her sovran spake: "How shall we those requite, +Who wish us evil, if we thus condemn +The man that loves us?" After that I saw +A multitude, in fury burning, slay +With stones a stripling youth, and shout amain +"Destroy, destroy:" and him I saw, who bow'd +Heavy with death unto the ground, yet made +His eyes, unfolded upward, gates to heav'n, + +Praying forgiveness of th' Almighty Sire, +Amidst that cruel conflict, on his foes, +With looks, that With compassion to their aim. + +Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight +Returning, sought again the things, whose truth +Depends not on her shaping, I observ'd +How she had rov'd to no unreal scenes + +Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov'd, +As one, who struggles to shake off his sleep, +Exclaim'd: "What ails thee, that thou canst not hold +Thy footing firm, but more than half a league +Hast travel'd with clos'd eyes and tott'ring gait, +Like to a man by wine or sleep o'ercharg'd?" + +"Beloved father! so thou deign," said I, +"To listen, I will tell thee what appear'd +Before me, when so fail'd my sinking steps." + +He thus: "Not if thy Countenance were mask'd +With hundred vizards, could a thought of thine +How small soe'er, elude me. What thou saw'st +Was shown, that freely thou mightst ope thy heart +To the waters of peace, that flow diffus'd +From their eternal fountain. I not ask'd, +What ails theeor such cause as he doth, who +Looks only with that eye which sees no more, +When spiritless the body lies; but ask'd, +To give fresh vigour to thy foot. Such goads +The slow and loit'ring need; that they be found +Not wanting, when their hour of watch returns." + +So on we journey'd through the evening sky +Gazing intent, far onward, as our eyes +With level view could stretch against the bright +Vespertine ray: and lo! by slow degrees +Gath'ring, a fog made tow'rds us, dark as night. +There was no room for 'scaping; and that mist +Bereft us, both of sight and the pure air. + + + + +CANTO XVI + +Hell's dunnest gloom, or night unlustrous, dark, +Of every planes 'reft, and pall'd in clouds, +Did never spread before the sight a veil +In thickness like that fog, nor to the sense +So palpable and gross. Ent'ring its shade, +Mine eye endured not with unclosed lids; +Which marking, near me drew the faithful guide, +Offering me his shoulder for a stay. + +As the blind man behind his leader walks, +Lest he should err, or stumble unawares +On what might harm him, or perhaps destroy, +I journey'd through that bitter air and foul, +Still list'ning to my escort's warning voice, +"Look that from me thou part not." Straight I heard +Voices, and each one seem'd to pray for peace, +And for compassion, to the Lamb of God +That taketh sins away. Their prelude still +Was "Agnus Dei," and through all the choir, +One voice, one measure ran, that perfect seem'd +The concord of their song. "Are these I hear +Spirits, O master?" I exclaim'd; and he: +"Thou aim'st aright: these loose the bonds of wrath." + +"Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave? +And speak'st of us, as thou thyself e'en yet +Dividest time by calends?" So one voice +Bespake me; whence my master said: "Reply; +And ask, if upward hence the passage lead." + +"O being! who dost make thee pure, to stand +Beautiful once more in thy Maker's sight! +Along with me: and thou shalt hear and wonder." +Thus I, whereto the spirit answering spake: + +"Long as 't is lawful for me, shall my steps +Follow on thine; and since the cloudy smoke +Forbids the seeing, hearing in its stead +Shall keep us join'd." I then forthwith began +"Yet in my mortal swathing, I ascend +To higher regions, and am hither come +Through the fearful agony of hell. +And, if so largely God hath doled his grace, +That, clean beside all modern precedent, +He wills me to behold his kingly state, +From me conceal not who thou wast, ere death +Had loos'd thee; but instruct me: and instruct +If rightly to the pass I tend; thy words +The way directing as a safe escort." + +"I was of Lombardy, and Marco call'd: +Not inexperienc'd of the world, that worth +I still affected, from which all have turn'd +The nerveless bow aside. Thy course tends right +Unto the summit:" and, replying thus, +He added, "I beseech thee pray for me, +When thou shalt come aloft." And I to him: +"Accept my faith for pledge I will perform +What thou requirest. Yet one doubt remains, +That wrings me sorely, if I solve it not, +Singly before it urg'd me, doubled now +By thine opinion, when I couple that +With one elsewhere declar'd, each strength'ning other. +The world indeed is even so forlorn +Of all good as thou speak'st it and so swarms +With every evil. Yet, beseech thee, point +The cause out to me, that myself may see, +And unto others show it: for in heaven +One places it, and one on earth below." + +Then heaving forth a deep and audible sigh, +"Brother!" he thus began, "the world is blind; +And thou in truth com'st from it. Ye, who live, +Do so each cause refer to heav'n above, +E'en as its motion of necessity +Drew with it all that moves. If this were so, +Free choice in you were none; nor justice would +There should be joy for virtue, woe for ill. +Your movements have their primal bent from heaven; +Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues? +Light have ye still to follow evil or good, +And of the will free power, which, if it stand +Firm and unwearied in Heav'n's first assay, +Conquers at last, so it be cherish'd well, +Triumphant over all. To mightier force, +To better nature subject, ye abide +Free, not constrain'd by that, which forms in you +The reasoning mind uninfluenc'd of the stars. +If then the present race of mankind err, +Seek in yourselves the cause, and find it there. +Herein thou shalt confess me no false spy. + +"Forth from his plastic hand, who charm'd beholds +Her image ere she yet exist, the soul +Comes like a babe, that wantons sportively +Weeping and laughing in its wayward moods, +As artless and as ignorant of aught, +Save that her Maker being one who dwells +With gladness ever, willingly she turns +To whate'er yields her joy. Of some slight good +The flavour soon she tastes; and, snar'd by that, +With fondness she pursues it, if no guide +Recall, no rein direct her wand'ring course. +Hence it behov'd, the law should be a curb; +A sovereign hence behov'd, whose piercing view +Might mark at least the fortress and main tower +Of the true city. Laws indeed there are: +But who is he observes them? None; not he, +Who goes before, the shepherd of the flock, +Who chews the cud but doth not cleave the hoof. +Therefore the multitude, who see their guide +Strike at the very good they covet most, +Feed there and look no further. Thus the cause +Is not corrupted nature in yourselves, +But ill-conducting, that hath turn'd the world +To evil. Rome, that turn'd it unto good, +Was wont to boast two suns, whose several beams +Cast light on either way, the world's and God's. +One since hath quench'd the other; and the sword +Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoin'd +Each must perforce decline to worse, unaw'd +By fear of other. If thou doubt me, mark +The blade: each herb is judg'd of by its seed. +That land, through which Adice and the Po +Their waters roll, was once the residence +Of courtesy and velour, ere the day, +That frown'd on Frederick; now secure may pass +Those limits, whosoe'er hath left, for shame, +To talk with good men, or come near their haunts. +Three aged ones are still found there, in whom +The old time chides the new: these deem it long +Ere God restore them to a better world: +The good Gherardo, of Palazzo he +Conrad, and Guido of Castello, nam'd +In Gallic phrase more fitly the plain Lombard. +On this at last conclude. The church of Rome, +Mixing two governments that ill assort, +Hath miss'd her footing, fall'n into the mire, +And there herself and burden much defil'd." + +"O Marco!" I replied, shine arguments +Convince me: and the cause I now discern +Why of the heritage no portion came +To Levi's offspring. But resolve me this +Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst +Is left a sample of the perish'd race, +And for rebuke to this untoward age?" + +"Either thy words," said he, "deceive; or else +Are meant to try me; that thou, speaking Tuscan, +Appear'st not to have heard of good Gherado; +The sole addition that, by which I know him; +Unless I borrow'd from his daughter Gaia +Another name to grace him. God be with you. +I bear you company no more. Behold +The dawn with white ray glimm'ring through the mist. +I must away--the angel comes--ere he +Appear." He said, and would not hear me more. + + + + +CANTO XVII + +Call to remembrance, reader, if thou e'er +Hast, on a mountain top, been ta'en by cloud, +Through which thou saw'st no better, than the mole +Doth through opacous membrane; then, whene'er +The wat'ry vapours dense began to melt +Into thin air, how faintly the sun's sphere +Seem'd wading through them; so thy nimble thought +May image, how at first I re-beheld +The sun, that bedward now his couch o'erhung. + +Thus with my leader's feet still equaling pace +From forth that cloud I came, when now expir'd +The parting beams from off the nether shores. + +O quick and forgetive power! that sometimes dost +So rob us of ourselves, we take no mark +Though round about us thousand trumpets clang! +What moves thee, if the senses stir not? Light +Kindled in heav'n, spontaneous, self-inform'd, +Or likelier gliding down with swift illapse +By will divine. Portray'd before me came +The traces of her dire impiety, +Whose form was chang'd into the bird, that most +Delights itself in song: and here my mind +Was inwardly so wrapt, it gave no place +To aught that ask'd admittance from without. + +Next shower'd into my fantasy a shape +As of one crucified, whose visage spake +Fell rancour, malice deep, wherein he died; +And round him Ahasuerus the great king, +Esther his bride, and Mordecai the just, +Blameless in word and deed. As of itself +That unsubstantial coinage of the brain +Burst, like a bubble, Which the water fails +That fed it; in my vision straight uprose +A damsel weeping loud, and cried, "O queen! +O mother! wherefore has intemperate ire +Driv'n thee to loath thy being? Not to lose +Lavinia, desp'rate thou hast slain thyself. +Now hast thou lost me. I am she, whose tears +Mourn, ere I fall, a mother's timeless end." + +E'en as a sleep breaks off, if suddenly +New radiance strike upon the closed lids, +The broken slumber quivering ere it dies; +Thus from before me sunk that imagery +Vanishing, soon as on my face there struck +The light, outshining far our earthly beam. +As round I turn'd me to survey what place +I had arriv'd at, "Here ye mount," exclaim'd +A voice, that other purpose left me none, +Save will so eager to behold who spake, +I could not choose but gaze. As 'fore the sun, +That weighs our vision down, and veils his form +In light transcendent, thus my virtue fail'd +Unequal. "This is Spirit from above, +Who marshals us our upward way, unsought; +And in his own light shrouds him. As a man +Doth for himself, so now is done for us. +For whoso waits imploring, yet sees need +Of his prompt aidance, sets himself prepar'd +For blunt denial, ere the suit be made. +Refuse we not to lend a ready foot +At such inviting: haste we to ascend, +Before it darken: for we may not then, +Till morn again return." So spake my guide; +And to one ladder both address'd our steps; +And the first stair approaching, I perceiv'd +Near me as 'twere the waving of a wing, +That fann'd my face and whisper'd: "Blessed they +The peacemakers: they know not evil wrath." + +Now to such height above our heads were rais'd +The last beams, follow'd close by hooded night, +That many a star on all sides through the gloom +Shone out. "Why partest from me, O my strength?" +So with myself I commun'd; for I felt +My o'ertoil'd sinews slacken. We had reach'd +The summit, and were fix'd like to a bark +Arriv'd at land. And waiting a short space, +If aught should meet mine ear in that new round, +Then to my guide I turn'd, and said: "Lov'd sire! +Declare what guilt is on this circle purg'd. +If our feet rest, no need thy speech should pause." + +He thus to me: "The love of good, whate'er +Wanted of just proportion, here fulfils. +Here plies afresh the oar, that loiter'd ill. +But that thou mayst yet clearlier understand, +Give ear unto my words, and thou shalt cull +Some fruit may please thee well, from this delay. + +"Creator, nor created being, ne'er, +My son," he thus began, "was without love, +Or natural, or the free spirit's growth. +Thou hast not that to learn. The natural still +Is without error; but the other swerves, +If on ill object bent, or through excess +Of vigour, or defect. While e'er it seeks +The primal blessings, or with measure due +Th' inferior, no delight, that flows from it, +Partakes of ill. But let it warp to evil, +Or with more ardour than behooves, or less. +Pursue the good, the thing created then +Works 'gainst its Maker. Hence thou must infer +That love is germin of each virtue in ye, +And of each act no less, that merits pain. +Now since it may not be, but love intend +The welfare mainly of the thing it loves, +All from self-hatred are secure; and since +No being can be thought t' exist apart +And independent of the first, a bar +Of equal force restrains from hating that. + +"Grant the distinction just; and it remains +The' evil must be another's, which is lov'd. +Three ways such love is gender'd in your clay. +There is who hopes (his neighbour's worth deprest,) +Preeminence himself, and coverts hence +For his own greatness that another fall. +There is who so much fears the loss of power, +Fame, favour, glory (should his fellow mount +Above him), and so sickens at the thought, +He loves their opposite: and there is he, +Whom wrong or insult seems to gall and shame +That he doth thirst for vengeance, and such needs +Must doat on other's evil. Here beneath +This threefold love is mourn'd. Of th' other sort +Be now instructed, that which follows good +But with disorder'd and irregular course. + +"All indistinctly apprehend a bliss +On which the soul may rest, the hearts of all +Yearn after it, and to that wished bourn +All therefore strive to tend. If ye behold +Or seek it with a love remiss and lax, +This cornice after just repenting lays +Its penal torment on ye. Other good +There is, where man finds not his happiness: +It is not true fruition, not that blest +Essence, of every good the branch and root. +The love too lavishly bestow'd on this, +Along three circles over us, is mourn'd. +Account of that division tripartite +Expect not, fitter for thine own research." + + + + +CANTO XVIII + +The teacher ended, and his high discourse +Concluding, earnest in my looks inquir'd +If I appear'd content; and I, whom still +Unsated thirst to hear him urg'd, was mute, +Mute outwardly, yet inwardly I said: +"Perchance my too much questioning offends" +But he, true father, mark'd the secret wish +By diffidence restrain'd, and speaking, gave +Me boldness thus to speak: 'Master, my Sight +Gathers so lively virtue from thy beams, +That all, thy words convey, distinct is seen. +Wherefore I pray thee, father, whom this heart +Holds dearest! thou wouldst deign by proof t' unfold +That love, from which as from their source thou bring'st +All good deeds and their opposite.'" He then: +"To what I now disclose be thy clear ken +Directed, and thou plainly shalt behold +How much those blind have err'd, who make themselves +The guides of men. The soul, created apt +To love, moves versatile which way soe'er +Aught pleasing prompts her, soon as she is wak'd +By pleasure into act. Of substance true +Your apprehension forms its counterfeit, +And in you the ideal shape presenting +Attracts the soul's regard. If she, thus drawn, +incline toward it, love is that inclining, +And a new nature knit by pleasure in ye. +Then as the fire points up, and mounting seeks +His birth-place and his lasting seat, e'en thus +Enters the captive soul into desire, +Which is a spiritual motion, that ne'er rests +Before enjoyment of the thing it loves. +Enough to show thee, how the truth from those +Is hidden, who aver all love a thing +Praise-worthy in itself: although perhaps +Its substance seem still good. Yet if the wax +Be good, it follows not th' impression must." +"What love is," I return'd, "thy words, O guide! +And my own docile mind, reveal. Yet thence +New doubts have sprung. For from without if love +Be offer'd to us, and the spirit knows +No other footing, tend she right or wrong, +Is no desert of hers." He answering thus: +"What reason here discovers I have power +To show thee: that which lies beyond, expect +From Beatrice, faith not reason's task. +Spirit, substantial form, with matter join'd +Not in confusion mix'd, hath in itself +Specific virtue of that union born, +Which is not felt except it work, nor prov'd +But through effect, as vegetable life +By the green leaf. From whence his intellect +Deduced its primal notices of things, +Man therefore knows not, or his appetites +Their first affections; such in you, as zeal +In bees to gather honey; at the first, +Volition, meriting nor blame nor praise. +But o'er each lower faculty supreme, +That as she list are summon'd to her bar, +Ye have that virtue in you, whose just voice +Uttereth counsel, and whose word should keep +The threshold of assent. Here is the source, +Whence cause of merit in you is deriv'd, +E'en as the affections good or ill she takes, +Or severs, winnow'd as the chaff. Those men +Who reas'ning went to depth profoundest, mark'd +That innate freedom, and were thence induc'd +To leave their moral teaching to the world. +Grant then, that from necessity arise +All love that glows within you; to dismiss +Or harbour it, the pow'r is in yourselves. +Remember, Beatrice, in her style, +Denominates free choice by eminence +The noble virtue, if in talk with thee +She touch upon that theme." The moon, well nigh +To midnight hour belated, made the stars +Appear to wink and fade; and her broad disk +Seem'd like a crag on fire, as up the vault +That course she journey'd, which the sun then warms, +When they of Rome behold him at his set. +Betwixt Sardinia and the Corsic isle. +And now the weight, that hung upon my thought, +Was lighten'd by the aid of that clear spirit, +Who raiseth Andes above Mantua's name. +I therefore, when my questions had obtain'd +Solution plain and ample, stood as one +Musing in dreary slumber; but not long +Slumber'd; for suddenly a multitude, + +The steep already turning, from behind, +Rush'd on. With fury and like random rout, +As echoing on their shores at midnight heard +Ismenus and Asopus, for his Thebes +If Bacchus' help were needed; so came these +Tumultuous, curving each his rapid step, +By eagerness impell'd of holy love. + +Soon they o'ertook us; with such swiftness mov'd +The mighty crowd. Two spirits at their head +Cried weeping; "Blessed Mary sought with haste +The hilly region. Caesar to subdue +Ilerda, darted in Marseilles his sting, +And flew to Spain."--"Oh tarry not: away;" +The others shouted; "let not time be lost +Through slackness of affection. Hearty zeal +To serve reanimates celestial grace." + +"O ye, in whom intenser fervency +Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail'd, +Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part +Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives, +(Credit my tale, though strange) desires t' ascend, +So morning rise to light us. Therefore say +Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?" + +So spake my guide, to whom a shade return'd: +"Come after us, and thou shalt find the cleft. +We may not linger: such resistless will +Speeds our unwearied course. Vouchsafe us then +Thy pardon, if our duty seem to thee +Discourteous rudeness. In Verona I +Was abbot of San Zeno, when the hand +Of Barbarossa grasp'd Imperial sway, +That name, ne'er utter'd without tears in Milan. +And there is he, hath one foot in his grave, +Who for that monastery ere long shall weep, +Ruing his power misus'd: for that his son, +Of body ill compact, and worse in mind, +And born in evil, he hath set in place +Of its true pastor." Whether more he spake, +Or here was mute, I know not: he had sped +E'en now so far beyond us. Yet thus much +I heard, and in rememb'rance treasur'd it. + +He then, who never fail'd me at my need, +Cried, "Hither turn. Lo! two with sharp remorse +Chiding their sin!" In rear of all the troop +These shouted: "First they died, to whom the sea +Open'd, or ever Jordan saw his heirs: +And they, who with Aeneas to the end +Endur'd not suffering, for their portion chose +Life without glory." 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