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+<h2>THE VISION OF PURGATORY, Complete
+<br>By Dante Alighieri, <br>Illustrated by Dore</h2>
+
+
+
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+<table summary="" cellPadding=6 border=4>
+<tr><td>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#contents"><b>List of Cantos</b></a>&nbsp;</td></tr><tr><td>
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+<center>
+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
+
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.gutenberg.net/8/7/8/8789/8789-h/8789-h.htm"><b>HELL</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td></tr><tr><td>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.gutenberg.net/8/7/9/8799/8799-h/8799-h.htm"><b>PARADISE</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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+
+
+<br><br><br><br><br><br>
+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Complete</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/cover.jpg"><img alt="coverth.jpg (42K)" src="images/coverth.jpg" height="478" width="553"></a>
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+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1>PURGATORY</h1>
+</center>
+<br><br>
+
+<a name="contents"></a>
+
+<br><br>
+
+
+<center>
+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
+</center>
+
+<center>
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td>
+
+<a href="p1.htm#1">Canto 1</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
+<a href="p1.htm#2">Canto 2</a><br>
+<a href="p1.htm#3">Canto 3</a><br>
+<a href="p1.htm#4">Canto 4</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#5">Canto 5</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#6">Canto 6</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#7">Canto 7</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#8">Canto 8</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#9">Canto 9</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#10">Canto 10</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#11">Canto 11</a><br>
+</td>
+<td>
+<a href="p3.htm#12">Canto 12</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
+<a href="p3.htm#13">Canto 13</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#14">Canto 14</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#15">Canto 15</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#16">Canto 16</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#17">Canto 17</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#18">Canto 18</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#19">Canto 19</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#20">Canto 20</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#21">Canto 21</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#22">Canto 22</a><br>
+</td>
+<td>
+<a href="p4.htm#23">Canto 23</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#24">Canto 24</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#25">Canto 25</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#26">Canto 26</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#27">Canto 27</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#28">Canto 28</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#29">Canto 29</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#30">Canto 30</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#31">Canto 31</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#32">Canto 32</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#33">Canto 33</a><br>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</center>
+
+
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+<center>
+<table summary="" cellPadding=6 border=4>
+<tr><td>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="p1.htm"><b>Begin Part One</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</center>
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+<h2>THE VISION OF PURGATORY, Complete
+<br>By Dante Alighieri, <br>Illustrated by Dore</h2>
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+<table summary="" cellPadding=6 border=4>
+<tr><td>
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#contents"><b>List of Cantos</b></a>&nbsp;</td></tr><tr><td>
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+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
+
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.gutenberg.net/8/7/8/8789/8789-h/8789-h.htm"><b>HELL</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td></tr><tr><td>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.gutenberg.net/8/7/9/8799/8799-h/8799-h.htm"><b>PARADISE</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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+
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+<br><br><br><br><br><br>
+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Complete</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
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+<a href="images/cover.jpg"><img alt="coverth.jpg (42K)" src="images/coverth.jpg" height="478" width="553"></a>
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+<h1>PURGATORY</h1>
+</center>
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+
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+
+
+<center>
+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
+</center>
+
+<center>
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td>
+
+<a href="p1.htm#1">Canto 1</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
+<a href="p1.htm#2">Canto 2</a><br>
+<a href="p1.htm#3">Canto 3</a><br>
+<a href="p1.htm#4">Canto 4</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#5">Canto 5</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#6">Canto 6</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#7">Canto 7</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#8">Canto 8</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#9">Canto 9</a><br>
+<a href="p2.htm#10">Canto 10</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#11">Canto 11</a><br>
+</td>
+<td>
+<a href="p3.htm#12">Canto 12</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
+<a href="p3.htm#13">Canto 13</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#14">Canto 14</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#15">Canto 15</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#16">Canto 16</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#17">Canto 17</a><br>
+<a href="p3.htm#18">Canto 18</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#19">Canto 19</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#20">Canto 20</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#21">Canto 21</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#22">Canto 22</a><br>
+</td>
+<td>
+<a href="p4.htm#23">Canto 23</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#24">Canto 24</a><br>
+<a href="p4.htm#25">Canto 25</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#26">Canto 26</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#27">Canto 27</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#28">Canto 28</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#29">Canto 29</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#30">Canto 30</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#31">Canto 31</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#32">Canto 32</a><br>
+<a href="p5.htm#33">Canto 33</a><br>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</center>
+
+
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+<center>
+<table summary="" cellPadding=6 border=4>
+<tr><td>
+
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="p1.htm"><b>Begin Part One</b></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</center>
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+<h2>THE VISION OF PURGATORY, Part 1.</h2>
+
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+<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3>
+<tr><td>
+ &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="p2.htm">Next Part</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="8795-h.htm">Main Index</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+ </td></tr>
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+<br><br><br><br>
+
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+
+<center>
+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<br><br><br>
+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Part 1</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/cover.jpg"><img alt="coverth.jpg (42K)" src="images/coverth.jpg" height="478" width="553"></a>
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+<a href="images/frontispiece.jpg"><img alt="front2.jpg (41K)" src="images/front2.jpg" height="477" width="431"></a>
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+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<h1>PURGATORY</h1>
+</center>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+<center>
+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
+</center>
+
+<center>
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td>
+
+
+
+<a href="#1">Canto 1</a><br>
+<a href="#2">Canto 2</a><br>
+<a href="#3">Canto 3</a><br>
+<a href="#4">Canto 4</a><br>
+
+
+
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+</center>
+<br><br><br><br>
+<center>
+<table summary="Purgatory">
+<tr><td>
+<br><br>
+
+
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="1"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO I</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>
+O'er better waves to speed her rapid course<br>
+The light bark of my genius lifts the sail,<br>
+Well pleas'd to leave so cruel sea behind;<br>
+And of that second region will I sing,<br>
+In which the human spirit from sinful blot<br>
+Is purg'd, and for ascent to Heaven prepares.<br>
+<br>Here, O ye hallow'd Nine! for in your train<br>
+I follow, here the deadened strain revive;<br>
+Nor let Calliope refuse to sound<br>
+A somewhat higher song, of that loud tone,<br>
+Which when the wretched birds of chattering note<br>
+Had heard, they of forgiveness lost all hope.<br>
+<br>Sweet hue of eastern sapphire, that was spread<br>
+O'er the serene aspect of the pure air,<br>
+High up as the first circle, to mine eyes<br>
+Unwonted joy renew'd, soon as I 'scap'd<br>
+Forth from the atmosphere of deadly gloom,<br>
+That had mine eyes and bosom fill'd with grief.<br>
+The radiant planet, that to love invites,<br>
+Made all the orient laugh, and veil'd beneath<br>
+The Pisces' light, that in his escort came.<br>
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/01-19.jpg"><img alt="01-19th.jpg (38K)" src="images/01-19th.jpg" height="477" width="432"></a>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+<br>To the right hand I turn'd, and fix'd my mind<br>
+On the' other pole attentive, where I saw<br>
+Four stars ne'er seen before save by the ken<br>
+Of our first parents. &nbsp;Heaven of their rays<br>
+Seem'd joyous. &nbsp;O thou northern site, bereft<br>
+Indeed, and widow'd, since of these depriv'd!<br>
+<br>As from this view I had desisted, straight<br>
+Turning a little tow'rds the other pole,<br>
+There from whence now the wain had disappear'd,<br>
+I saw an old man standing by my side<br>
+Alone, so worthy of rev'rence in his look,<br>
+That ne'er from son to father more was ow'd.<br>
+Low down his beard and mix'd with hoary white<br>
+Descended, like his locks, which parting fell<br>
+Upon his breast in double fold. &nbsp;The beams<br>
+Of those four luminaries on his face<br>
+So brightly shone, and with such radiance clear<br>
+Deck'd it, that I beheld him as the sun.<br>
+<br>"Say who are ye, that stemming the blind stream,<br>
+Forth from th' eternal prison-house have fled?"<br>
+He spoke and moved those venerable plumes.<br>
+"Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure<br>
+Lights you emerging from the depth of night,<br>
+That makes the infernal valley ever black?<br>
+Are the firm statutes of the dread abyss<br>
+Broken, or in high heaven new laws ordain'd,<br>
+That thus, condemn'd, ye to my caves approach?"<br>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/01-49.jpg"><img alt="01-49th.jpg (35K)" src="images/01-49th.jpg" height="477" width="430"></a>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+<br>My guide, then laying hold on me, by words<br>
+And intimations given with hand and head,<br>
+Made my bent knees and eye submissive pay<br>
+Due reverence; then thus to him replied.<br>
+<br>"Not of myself I come; a Dame from heaven<br>
+Descending, had besought me in my charge<br>
+To bring. &nbsp;But since thy will implies, that more<br>
+Our true condition I unfold at large,<br>
+Mine is not to deny thee thy request.<br>
+This mortal ne'er hath seen the farthest gloom.<br>
+But erring by his folly had approach'd<br>
+So near, that little space was left to turn.<br>
+Then, as before I told, I was dispatch'd<br>
+To work his rescue, and no way remain'd<br>
+Save this which I have ta'en. &nbsp;I have display'd<br>
+Before him all the regions of the bad;<br>
+And purpose now those spirits to display,<br>
+That under thy command are purg'd from sin.<br>
+How I have brought him would be long to say.<br>
+From high descends the virtue, by whose aid<br>
+I to thy sight and hearing him have led.<br>
+Now may our coming please thee. &nbsp;In the search<br>
+Of liberty he journeys: that how dear<br>
+They know, who for her sake have life refus'd.<br>
+Thou knowest, to whom death for her was sweet<br>
+In Utica, where thou didst leave those weeds,<br>
+That in the last great day will shine so bright.<br>
+For us the' eternal edicts are unmov'd:<br>
+He breathes, and I am free of Minos' power,<br>
+Abiding in that circle where the eyes<br>
+Of thy chaste Marcia beam, who still in look<br>
+Prays thee, O hallow'd spirit! to own her shine.<br>
+Then by her love we' implore thee, let us pass<br>
+Through thy sev'n regions; for which best thanks<br>
+I for thy favour will to her return,<br>
+If mention there below thou not disdain."<br>
+<br>"Marcia so pleasing in my sight was found,"<br>
+He then to him rejoin'd, "while I was there,<br>
+That all she ask'd me I was fain to grant.<br>
+Now that beyond the' accursed stream she dwells,<br>
+She may no longer move me, by that law,<br>
+Which was ordain'd me, when I issued thence.<br>
+Not so, if Dame from heaven, as thou sayst,<br>
+Moves and directs thee; then no flattery needs.<br>
+Enough for me that in her name thou ask.<br>
+Go therefore now: and with a slender reed<br>
+See that thou duly gird him, and his face<br>
+Lave, till all sordid stain thou wipe from thence.<br>
+For not with eye, by any cloud obscur'd,<br>
+Would it be seemly before him to come,<br>
+Who stands the foremost minister in heaven.<br>
+This islet all around, there far beneath,<br>
+Where the wave beats it, on the oozy bed<br>
+Produces store of reeds. No other plant,<br>
+Cover'd with leaves, or harden'd in its stalk,<br>
+There lives, not bending to the water's sway.<br>
+After, this way return not; but the sun<br>
+Will show you, that now rises, where to take<br>
+The mountain in its easiest ascent."<br>
+<br>He disappear'd; and I myself uprais'd<br>
+Speechless, and to my guide retiring close,<br>
+Toward him turn'd mine eyes. &nbsp;He thus began;<br>
+"My son! observant thou my steps pursue.<br>
+We must retreat to rearward, for that way<br>
+The champain to its low extreme declines."<br>
+<br>The dawn had chas'd the matin hour of prime,<br>
+Which deaf before it, so that from afar<br>
+I spy'd the trembling of the ocean stream.<br>
+<br>We travers'd the deserted plain, as one<br>
+Who, wander'd from his track, thinks every step<br>
+Trodden in vain till he regain the path.<br>
+<br>When we had come, where yet the tender dew<br>
+Strove with the sun, and in a place, where fresh<br>
+The wind breath'd o'er it, while it slowly dried;<br>
+Both hands extended on the watery grass<br>
+My master plac'd, in graceful act and kind.<br>
+Whence I of his intent before appriz'd,<br>
+Stretch'd out to him my cheeks suffus'd with tears.<br>
+There to my visage he anew restor'd<br>
+That hue, which the dun shades of hell conceal'd.<br>
+<br>Then on the solitary shore arriv'd,<br>
+That never sailing on its waters saw<br>
+Man, that could after measure back his course,<br>
+He girt me in such manner as had pleas'd<br>
+Him who instructed, and O, strange to tell!<br>
+As he selected every humble plant,<br>
+Wherever one was pluck'd, another there<br>
+Resembling, straightway in its place arose.</p>
+
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="2"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO II</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now had the sun to that horizon reach'd,<br>
+That covers, with the most exalted point<br>
+Of its meridian circle, Salem's walls,<br>
+And night, that opposite to him her orb<br>
+Sounds, from the stream of Ganges issued forth,<br>
+Holding the scales, that from her hands are dropp'd<br>
+When she reigns highest: so that where I was,<br>
+Aurora's white and vermeil-tinctur'd cheek<br>
+To orange turn'd as she in age increas'd.<br>
+<br>Meanwhile we linger'd by the water's brink,<br>
+Like men, who, musing on their road, in thought<br>
+Journey, while motionless the body rests.<br>
+When lo! as near upon the hour of dawn,<br>
+Through the thick vapours Mars with fiery beam<br>
+Glares down in west, over the ocean floor;<br>
+So seem'd, what once again I hope to view,<br>
+A light so swiftly coming through the sea,<br>
+No winged course might equal its career.<br>
+From which when for a space I had withdrawn<br>
+Thine eyes, to make inquiry of my guide,<br>
+Again I look'd and saw it grown in size<br>
+And brightness: thou on either side appear'd<br>
+Something, but what I knew not of bright hue,<br>
+And by degrees from underneath it came<br>
+Another. &nbsp;My preceptor silent yet<br>
+Stood, while the brightness, that we first discern'd,<br>
+Open'd the form of wings: then when he knew<br>
+The pilot, cried aloud, "Down, down; bend low<br>
+Thy knees; behold God's angel: fold thy hands:<br>
+Now shalt thou see true Ministers indeed."<br>
+
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/02-27.jpg"><img alt="02-27th.jpg (33K)" src="images/02-27th.jpg" height="476" width="436"></a>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+Lo how all human means he sets at naught!<br>
+So that nor oar he needs, nor other sail<br>
+Except his wings, between such distant shores.<br>
+Lo how straight up to heaven he holds them rear'd,<br>
+Winnowing the air with those eternal plumes,<br>
+That not like mortal hairs fall off or change!"<br>
+<br>As more and more toward us came, more bright<br>
+Appear'd the bird of God, nor could the eye<br>
+Endure his splendor near: I mine bent down.<br>
+He drove ashore in a small bark so swift<br>
+And light, that in its course no wave it drank.<br>
+The heav'nly steersman at the prow was seen,<br>
+Visibly written blessed in his looks.<br>
+
+
+<br><br><br><br>
+<a href="images/02-42.jpg"><img alt="02-42th.jpg (31K)" src="images/02-42th.jpg" height="477" width="427"></a>
+<br><br><br><br>
+
+
+Within a hundred spirits and more there sat.<br>
+"In Exitu Israel de Aegypto;"<br>
+All with one voice together sang, with what<br>
+In the remainder of that hymn is writ.<br>
+Then soon as with the sign of holy cross<br>
+He bless'd them, they at once leap'd out on land,<br>
+The swiftly as he came return'd. The crew,<br>
+There left, appear'd astounded with the place,<br>
+Gazing around as one who sees new sights.<br>
+<br>From every side the sun darted his beams,<br>
+And with his arrowy radiance from mid heav'n<br>
+Had chas'd the Capricorn, when that strange tribe<br>
+Lifting their eyes towards us: "If ye know,<br>
+Declare what path will Lead us to the mount."<br>
+<br>Them Virgil answer'd. &nbsp;"Ye suppose perchance<br>
+Us well acquainted with this place: but here,<br>
+We, as yourselves, are strangers. &nbsp;Not long erst<br>
+We came, before you but a little space,<br>
+By other road so rough and hard, that now<br>
+The' ascent will seem to us as play." &nbsp;The spirits,<br>
+Who from my breathing had perceiv'd I liv'd,<br>
+Grew pale with wonder. &nbsp;As the multitude<br>
+Flock round a herald, sent with olive branch,<br>
+To hear what news he brings, and in their haste<br>
+Tread one another down, e'en so at sight<br>
+Of me those happy spirits were fix'd, each one<br>
+Forgetful of its errand, to depart,<br>
+Where cleans'd from sin, it might be made all fair.<br>
+<br>Then one I saw darting before the rest<br>
+With such fond ardour to embrace me, I<br>
+To do the like was mov'd. &nbsp;O shadows vain<br>
+Except in outward semblance! thrice my hands<br>
+I clasp'd behind it, they as oft return'd<br>
+Empty into my breast again. &nbsp;Surprise<br>
+I needs must think was painted in my looks,<br>
+For that the shadow smil'd and backward drew.<br>
+To follow it I hasten'd, but with voice<br>
+Of sweetness it enjoin'd me to desist.<br>
+Then who it was I knew, and pray'd of it,<br>
+To talk with me, it would a little pause.<br>
+It answered: "Thee as in my mortal frame<br>
+I lov'd, so loos'd forth it I love thee still,<br>
+And therefore pause; but why walkest thou here?"<br>
+<br>"Not without purpose once more to return,<br>
+Thou find'st me, my Casella, where I am<br>
+Journeying this way;" I said, "but how of thee<br>
+Hath so much time been lost?" &nbsp;He answer'd straight:<br>
+"No outrage hath been done to me, if he<br>
+Who when and whom he chooses takes, me oft<br>
+This passage hath denied, since of just will<br>
+His will he makes. &nbsp;These three months past indeed,<br>
+He, whose chose to enter, with free leave<br>
+Hath taken; whence I wand'ring by the shore<br>
+Where Tyber's wave grows salt, of him gain'd kind<br>
+Admittance, at that river's mouth, tow'rd which<br>
+His wings are pointed, for there always throng<br>
+All such as not to Archeron descend."<br>
+<br>Then I: "If new laws have not quite destroy'd<br>
+Memory and use of that sweet song of love,<br>
+That while all my cares had power to 'swage;<br>
+Please thee with it a little to console<br>
+My spirit, that incumber'd with its frame,<br>
+Travelling so far, of pain is overcome."<br>
+<br>"Love that discourses in my thoughts." &nbsp;He then<br>
+Began in such soft accents, that within<br>
+The sweetness thrills me yet. &nbsp;My gentle guide<br>
+And all who came with him, so well were pleas'd,<br>
+That seem'd naught else might in their thoughts have room.<br>
+<br>Fast fix'd in mute attention to his notes<br>
+We stood, when lo! that old man venerable<br>
+Exclaiming, "How is this, ye tardy spirits?<br>
+What negligence detains you loit'ring here?<br>
+Run to the mountain to cast off those scales,<br>
+That from your eyes the sight of God conceal."<br>
+<br>As a wild flock of pigeons, to their food<br>
+Collected, blade or tares, without their pride<br>
+Accustom'd, and in still and quiet sort,<br>
+If aught alarm them, suddenly desert<br>
+Their meal, assail'd by more important care;<br>
+So I that new-come troop beheld, the song<br>
+Deserting, hasten to the mountain's side,<br>
+As one who goes yet where he tends knows not.<br>
+<br>Nor with less hurried step did we depart.</p>
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+<br><br>
+<a name="3"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO III</h2>
+<br>
+
+
+<p>Them sudden flight had scatter'd over the plain,<br>
+Turn'd tow'rds the mountain, whither reason's voice<br>
+Drives us; I to my faithful company<br>
+Adhering, left it not. &nbsp;For how of him<br>
+Depriv'd, might I have sped, or who beside<br>
+Would o'er the mountainous tract have led my steps<br>
+He with the bitter pang of self-remorse<br>
+Seem'd smitten. &nbsp;O clear conscience and upright<br>
+How doth a little fling wound thee sore!<br>
+<br>Soon as his feet desisted (slack'ning pace),<br>
+From haste, that mars all decency of act,<br>
+My mind, that in itself before was wrapt,<br>
+Its thoughts expanded, as with joy restor'd:<br>
+And full against the steep ascent I set<br>
+My face, where highest to heav'n its top o'erflows.<br>
+<br>The sun, that flar'd behind, with ruddy beam<br>
+Before my form was broken; for in me<br>
+His rays resistance met. &nbsp;I turn'd aside<br>
+With fear of being left, when I beheld<br>
+Only before myself the ground obscur'd.<br>
+When thus my solace, turning him around,<br>
+Bespake me kindly: "Why distrustest thou?<br>
+Believ'st not I am with thee, thy sure guide?<br>
+It now is evening there, where buried lies<br>
+The body, in which I cast a shade, remov'd<br>
+To Naples from Brundusium's wall. &nbsp;Nor thou<br>
+Marvel, if before me no shadow fall,<br>
+More than that in the sky element<br>
+One ray obstructs not other. &nbsp;To endure<br>
+Torments of heat and cold extreme, like frames<br>
+That virtue hath dispos'd, which how it works<br>
+Wills not to us should be reveal'd. &nbsp;Insane<br>
+Who hopes, our reason may that space explore,<br>
+Which holds three persons in one substance knit.<br>
+Seek not the wherefore, race of human kind;<br>
+Could ye have seen the whole, no need had been<br>
+For Mary to bring forth. &nbsp;Moreover ye<br>
+Have seen such men desiring fruitlessly;<br>
+To whose desires repose would have been giv'n,<br>
+That now but serve them for eternal grief.<br>
+I speak of Plato, and the Stagyrite,<br>
+And others many more." &nbsp;And then he bent<br>
+Downwards his forehead, and in troubled mood<br>
+Broke off his speech. &nbsp;Meanwhile we had arriv'd<br>
+Far as the mountain's foot, and there the rock<br>
+Found of so steep ascent, that nimblest steps<br>
+To climb it had been vain. &nbsp;The most remote<br>
+Most wild untrodden path, in all the tract<br>
+'Twixt Lerice and Turbia were to this<br>
+A ladder easy' and open of access.<br>
+<br>"Who knows on which hand now the steep declines?"<br>
+My master said and paus'd, "so that he may<br>
+Ascend, who journeys without aid of wine?"<br>
+And while with looks directed to the ground<br>
+The meaning of the pathway he explor'd,<br>
+And I gaz'd upward round the stony height,<br>
+Of spirits, that toward us mov'd their steps,<br>
+Yet moving seem'd not, they so slow approach'd.<br>
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+<br>I thus my guide address'd: "Upraise thine eyes,<br>
+Lo that way some, of whom thou may'st obtain<br>
+Counsel, if of thyself thou find'st it not!"<br>
+<br>Straightway he look'd, and with free speech replied:<br>
+"Let us tend thither: they but softly come.<br>
+And thou be firm in hope, my son belov'd."<br>
+<br>Now was that people distant far in space<br>
+A thousand paces behind ours, as much<br>
+As at a throw the nervous arm could fling,<br>
+When all drew backward on the messy crags<br>
+Of the steep bank, and firmly stood unmov'd<br>
+As one who walks in doubt might stand to look.<br>
+<br>"O spirits perfect! O already chosen!"<br>
+Virgil to them began, "by that blest peace,<br>
+Which, as I deem, is for you all prepar'd,<br>
+Instruct us where the mountain low declines,<br>
+So that attempt to mount it be not vain.<br>
+For who knows most, him loss of time most grieves."<br>
+<br>As sheep, that step from forth their fold, by one,<br>
+Or pairs, or three at once; meanwhile the rest<br>
+Stand fearfully, bending the eye and nose<br>
+To ground, and what the foremost does, that do<br>
+The others, gath'ring round her, if she stops,<br>
+Simple and quiet, nor the cause discern;<br>
+So saw I moving to advance the first,<br>
+Who of that fortunate crew were at the head,<br>
+Of modest mien and graceful in their gait.<br>
+When they before me had beheld the light<br>
+From my right side fall broken on the ground,<br>
+So that the shadow reach'd the cave, they stopp'd<br>
+And somewhat back retir'd: the same did all,<br>
+Who follow'd, though unweeting of the cause.<br>
+<br>"Unask'd of you, yet freely I confess,<br>
+This is a human body which ye see.<br>
+That the sun's light is broken on the ground,<br>
+Marvel not: but believe, that not without<br>
+Virtue deriv'd from Heaven, we to climb<br>
+Over this wall aspire." &nbsp;So them bespake<br>
+My master; and that virtuous tribe rejoin'd;<br>
+"Turn, and before you there the entrance lies,"<br>
+Making a signal to us with bent hands.<br>
+<br>Then of them one began. &nbsp;"Whoe'er thou art,<br>
+Who journey'st thus this way, thy visage turn,<br>
+Think if me elsewhere thou hast ever seen."<br>
+<br>I tow'rds him turn'd, and with fix'd eye beheld.<br>
+Comely, and fair, and gentle of aspect,<br>
+He seem'd, but on one brow a gash was mark'd.<br>
+<br>When humbly I disclaim'd to have beheld<br>
+Him ever: "Now behold!" &nbsp;he said, and show'd<br>
+High on his breast a wound: then smiling spake.<br>
+<br>"I am Manfredi, grandson to the Queen<br>
+Costanza: whence I pray thee, when return'd,<br>
+To my fair daughter go, the parent glad<br>
+Of Aragonia and Sicilia's pride;<br>
+And of the truth inform her, if of me<br>
+Aught else be told. &nbsp;When by two mortal blows<br>
+My frame was shatter'd, I betook myself<br>
+Weeping to him, who of free will forgives.<br>
+My sins were horrible; but so wide arms<br>
+Hath goodness infinite, that it receives<br>
+All who turn to it. &nbsp;Had this text divine<br>
+Been of Cosenza's shepherd better scann'd,<br>
+Who then by Clement on my hunt was set,<br>
+Yet at the bridge's head my bones had lain,<br>
+Near Benevento, by the heavy mole<br>
+Protected; but the rain now drenches them,<br>
+And the wind drives, out of the kingdom's bounds,<br>
+Far as the stream of Verde, where, with lights<br>
+Extinguish'd, he remov'd them from their bed.<br>
+Yet by their curse we are not so destroy'd,<br>
+But that the eternal love may turn, while hope<br>
+Retains her verdant blossoms. &nbsp;True it is,<br>
+That such one as in contumacy dies<br>
+Against the holy church, though he repent,<br>
+Must wander thirty-fold for all the time<br>
+In his presumption past; if such decree<br>
+Be not by prayers of good men shorter made<br>
+Look therefore if thou canst advance my bliss;<br>
+Revealing to my good Costanza, how<br>
+Thou hast beheld me, and beside the terms<br>
+Laid on me of that interdict; for here<br>
+By means of those below much profit comes."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="4"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO IV</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>When by sensations of delight or pain,<br>
+That any of our faculties hath seiz'd,<br>
+Entire the soul collects herself, it seems<br>
+She is intent upon that power alone,<br>
+And thus the error is disprov'd which holds<br>
+The soul not singly lighted in the breast.<br>
+And therefore when as aught is heard or seen,<br>
+That firmly keeps the soul toward it turn'd,<br>
+Time passes, and a man perceives it not.<br>
+For that, whereby he hearken, is one power,<br>
+Another that, which the whole spirit hash;<br>
+This is as it were bound, while that is free.<br>
+<br>This found I true by proof, hearing that spirit<br>
+And wond'ring; for full fifty steps aloft<br>
+The sun had measur'd unobserv'd of me,<br>
+When we arriv'd where all with one accord<br>
+The spirits shouted, "Here is what ye ask."<br>
+<br>A larger aperture ofttimes is stopp'd<br>
+With forked stake of thorn by villager,<br>
+When the ripe grape imbrowns, than was the path,<br>
+By which my guide, and I behind him close,<br>
+Ascended solitary, when that troop<br>
+Departing left us. &nbsp;On Sanleo's road<br>
+Who journeys, or to Noli low descends,<br>
+Or mounts Bismantua's height, must use his feet;<br>
+But here a man had need to fly, I mean<br>
+With the swift wing and plumes of high desire,<br>
+Conducted by his aid, who gave me hope,<br>
+And with light furnish'd to direct my way.<br>
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+<br>We through the broken rock ascended, close<br>
+Pent on each side, while underneath the ground<br>
+Ask'd help of hands and feet. &nbsp;When we arriv'd<br>
+Near on the highest ridge of the steep bank,<br>
+Where the plain level open'd I exclaim'd,<br>
+"O master! say which way can we proceed?"<br>
+<br>He answer'd, "Let no step of thine recede.<br>
+Behind me gain the mountain, till to us<br>
+Some practis'd guide appear." &nbsp;That eminence<br>
+Was lofty that no eye might reach its point,<br>
+And the side proudly rising, more than line<br>
+From the mid quadrant to the centre drawn.<br>
+I wearied thus began: "Parent belov'd!<br>
+Turn, and behold how I remain alone,<br>
+If thou stay not."&mdash;"My son!" &nbsp;He straight reply'd,<br>
+"Thus far put forth thy strength;" and to a track<br>
+Pointed, that, on this side projecting, round<br>
+Circles the hill. &nbsp;His words so spurr'd me on,<br>
+That I behind him clamb'ring, forc'd myself,<br>
+Till my feet press'd the circuit plain beneath.<br>
+There both together seated, turn'd we round<br>
+To eastward, whence was our ascent: and oft<br>
+Many beside have with delight look'd back.<br>
+<br>First on the nether shores I turn'd my eyes,<br>
+Then rais'd them to the sun, and wond'ring mark'd<br>
+That from the left it smote us. &nbsp;Soon perceiv'd<br>
+That Poet sage now at the car of light<br>
+Amaz'd I stood, where 'twixt us and the north<br>
+Its course it enter'd. &nbsp;Whence he thus to me:<br>
+"Were Leda's offspring now in company<br>
+Of that broad mirror, that high up and low<br>
+Imparts his light beneath, thou might'st behold<br>
+The ruddy zodiac nearer to the bears<br>
+Wheel, if its ancient course it not forsook.<br>
+How that may be if thou would'st think; within<br>
+Pond'ring, imagine Sion with this mount<br>
+Plac'd on the earth, so that to both be one<br>
+Horizon, and two hemispheres apart,<br>
+Where lies the path that Phaeton ill knew<br>
+To guide his erring chariot: thou wilt see<br>
+How of necessity by this on one<br>
+He passes, while by that on the' other side,<br>
+If with clear view shine intellect attend."<br>
+<br>"Of truth, kind teacher!" &nbsp;I exclaim'd, "so clear<br>
+Aught saw I never, as I now discern<br>
+Where seem'd my ken to fail, that the mid orb<br>
+Of the supernal motion (which in terms<br>
+Of art is called the Equator, and remains<br>
+Ever between the sun and winter) for the cause<br>
+Thou hast assign'd, from hence toward the north<br>
+Departs, when those who in the Hebrew land<br>
+Inhabit, see it tow'rds the warmer part.<br>
+But if it please thee, I would gladly know,<br>
+How far we have to journey: for the hill<br>
+Mounts higher, than this sight of mine can mount."<br>
+<br>He thus to me: "Such is this steep ascent,<br>
+That it is ever difficult at first,<br>
+But, more a man proceeds, less evil grows.<br>
+When pleasant it shall seem to thee, so much<br>
+That upward going shall be easy to thee.<br>
+As in a vessel to go down the tide,<br>
+Then of this path thou wilt have reach'd the end.<br>
+There hope to rest thee from thy toil. &nbsp;No more<br>
+I answer, and thus far for certain know."<br>
+As he his words had spoken, near to us<br>
+A voice there sounded: "Yet ye first perchance<br>
+May to repose you by constraint be led."<br>
+At sound thereof each turn'd, and on the left<br>
+A huge stone we beheld, of which nor I<br>
+Nor he before was ware. &nbsp;Thither we drew,<br>
+find there were some, who in the shady place<br>
+Behind the rock were standing, as a man<br>
+Thru' idleness might stand. &nbsp;Among them one,<br>
+Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,<br>
+And with his arms did fold his knees about,<br>
+Holding his face between them downward bent.<br>
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+<br>"Sweet Sir!" &nbsp;I cry'd, "behold that man, who shows<br>
+Himself more idle, than if laziness<br>
+Were sister to him." &nbsp;Straight he turn'd to us,<br>
+And, o'er the thigh lifting his face, observ'd,<br>
+Then in these accents spake: "Up then, proceed<br>
+Thou valiant one." &nbsp;Straight who it was I knew;<br>
+Nor could the pain I felt (for want of breath<br>
+Still somewhat urg'd me) hinder my approach.<br>
+And when I came to him, he scarce his head<br>
+Uplifted, saying "Well hast thou discern'd,<br>
+How from the left the sun his chariot leads."<br>
+<br>His lazy acts and broken words my lips<br>
+To laughter somewhat mov'd; when I began:<br>
+"Belacqua, now for thee I grieve no more.<br>
+But tell, why thou art seated upright there?<br>
+Waitest thou escort to conduct thee hence?<br>
+Or blame I only shine accustom'd ways?"<br>
+Then he: "My brother, of what use to mount,<br>
+When to my suffering would not let me pass<br>
+The bird of God, who at the portal sits?<br>
+Behooves so long that heav'n first bear me round<br>
+Without its limits, as in life it bore,<br>
+Because I to the end repentant Sighs<br>
+Delay'd, if prayer do not aid me first,<br>
+That riseth up from heart which lives in grace.<br>
+What other kind avails, not heard in heaven?"'<br>
+<br>Before me now the Poet up the mount<br>
+Ascending, cried: "Haste thee, for see the sun<br>
+Has touch'd the point meridian, and the night<br>
+Now covers with her foot Marocco's shore."</p>
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+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
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+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Part 2</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
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+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
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+<a href="#5">Canto 5</a><br>
+<a href="#6">Canto 6</a><br>
+<a href="#7">Canto 7</a><br>
+<a href="#8">Canto 8</a><br>
+<a href="#9">Canto 9</a><br>
+<a href="#10">Canto 10</a><br>
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+<h2>CANTO V</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now had I left those spirits, and pursued<br>
+The steps of my Conductor, when beheld<br>
+Pointing the finger at me one exclaim'd:<br>
+"See how it seems as if the light not shone<br>
+From the left hand of him beneath, and he,<br>
+As living, seems to be led on." &nbsp;Mine eyes<br>
+I at that sound reverting, saw them gaze<br>
+Through wonder first at me, and then at me<br>
+And the light broken underneath, by turns.<br>
+"Why are thy thoughts thus riveted?" &nbsp;my guide<br>
+Exclaim'd, "that thou hast slack'd thy pace? &nbsp;or how<br>
+Imports it thee, what thing is whisper'd here?<br>
+Come after me, and to their babblings leave<br>
+The crowd. Be as a tower, that, firmly set,<br>
+Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!<br>
+He, in whose bosom thought on thought shoots out,<br>
+Still of his aim is wide, in that the one<br>
+Sicklies and wastes to nought the other's strength."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What other could I answer save "I come?"<br>
+I said it, somewhat with that colour ting'd<br>
+Which ofttimes pardon meriteth for man.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile traverse along the hill there came,<br>
+A little way before us, some who sang<br>
+The "Miserere" in responsive Strains.<br>
+When they perceiv'd that through my body I<br>
+Gave way not for the rays to pass, their song<br>
+Straight to a long and hoarse exclaim they chang'd;<br>
+And two of them, in guise of messengers,<br>
+Ran on to meet us, and inquiring ask'd:<br>
+"Of your condition we would gladly learn."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To them my guide. &nbsp;"Ye may return, and bear<br>
+Tidings to them who sent you, that his frame<br>
+Is real flesh. &nbsp;If, as I deem, to view<br>
+His shade they paus'd, enough is answer'd them.<br>
+Him let them honour, they may prize him well."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ne'er saw I fiery vapours with such speed<br>
+Cut through the serene air at fall of night,<br>
+Nor August's clouds athwart the setting sun,<br>
+That upward these did not in shorter space<br>
+Return; and, there arriving, with the rest<br>
+Wheel back on us, as with loose rein a troop.<br>
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Many," exclaim'd the bard, "are these, who throng<br>
+Around us: to petition thee they come.<br>
+Go therefore on, and listen as thou go'st."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"O spirit! who go'st on to blessedness<br>
+With the same limbs, that clad thee at thy birth."<br>
+Shouting they came, "a little rest thy step.<br>
+Look if thou any one amongst our tribe<br>
+Hast e'er beheld, that tidings of him there<br>
+Thou mayst report. &nbsp;Ah, wherefore go'st thou on?<br>
+Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? &nbsp;We all<br>
+By violence died, and to our latest hour<br>
+Were sinners, but then warn'd by light from heav'n,<br>
+So that, repenting and forgiving, we<br>
+Did issue out of life at peace with God,<br>
+Who with desire to see him fills our heart."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then I: "The visages of all I scan<br>
+Yet none of ye remember. &nbsp;But if aught,<br>
+That I can do, may please you, gentle spirits!<br>
+Speak; and I will perform it, by that peace,<br>
+Which on the steps of guide so excellent<br>
+Following from world to world intent I seek."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In answer he began: "None here distrusts<br>
+Thy kindness, though not promis'd with an oath;<br>
+So as the will fail not for want of power.<br>
+Whence I, who sole before the others speak,<br>
+Entreat thee, if thou ever see that land,<br>
+Which lies between Romagna and the realm<br>
+Of Charles, that of thy courtesy thou pray<br>
+Those who inhabit Fano, that for me<br>
+Their adorations duly be put up,<br>
+By which I may purge off my grievous sins.<br>
+From thence I came. &nbsp;But the deep passages,<br>
+Whence issued out the blood wherein I dwelt,<br>
+Upon my bosom in Antenor's land<br>
+Were made, where to be more secure I thought.<br>
+The author of the deed was Este's prince,<br>
+Who, more than right could warrant, with his wrath<br>
+Pursued me. &nbsp;Had I towards Mira fled,<br>
+When overta'en at Oriaco, still<br>
+Might I have breath'd. But to the marsh I sped,<br>
+And in the mire and rushes tangled there<br>
+Fell, and beheld my life-blood float the plain."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then said another: "Ah! so may the wish,<br>
+That takes thee o'er the mountain, be fulfill'd,<br>
+As thou shalt graciously give aid to mine.<br>
+Of Montefeltro I; Buonconte I:<br>
+Giovanna nor none else have care for me,<br>
+Sorrowing with these I therefore go." &nbsp;I thus:<br>
+"From Campaldino's field what force or chance<br>
+Drew thee, that ne'er thy sepulture was known?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh!" &nbsp;answer'd he, "at Casentino's foot<br>
+A stream there courseth, nam'd Archiano, sprung<br>
+In Apennine above the Hermit's seat.<br>
+E'en where its name is cancel'd, there came I,<br>
+Pierc'd in the heart, fleeing away on foot,<br>
+And bloodying the plain. &nbsp;Here sight and speech<br>
+Fail'd me, and finishing with Mary's name<br>
+I fell, and tenantless my flesh remain'd.<br>
+I will report the truth; which thou again<br>
+Tell to the living. &nbsp;Me God's angel took,<br>
+Whilst he of hell exclaim'd: "O thou from heav'n!<br>
+Say wherefore hast thou robb'd me? &nbsp;Thou of him<br>
+Th' eternal portion bear'st with thee away<br>
+For one poor tear that he deprives me of.<br>
+But of the other, other rule I make."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thou knowest how in the atmosphere collects<br>
+That vapour dank, returning into water,<br>
+Soon as it mounts where cold condenses it.<br>
+That evil will, which in his intellect<br>
+Still follows evil, came, and rais'd the wind<br>
+And smoky mist, by virtue of the power<br>
+Given by his nature. &nbsp;Thence the valley, soon<br>
+As day was spent, he cover'd o'er with cloud<br>
+From Pratomagno to the mountain range,<br>
+And stretch'd the sky above, so that the air<br>
+Impregnate chang'd to water. &nbsp;Fell the rain,<br>
+And to the fosses came all that the land<br>
+Contain'd not; and, as mightiest streams are wont,<br>
+To the great river with such headlong sweep<br>
+Rush'd, that nought stay'd its course. &nbsp;My stiffen'd frame<br>
+Laid at his mouth the fell Archiano found,<br>
+And dash'd it into Arno, from my breast<br>
+Loos'ning the cross, that of myself I made<br>
+When overcome with pain. &nbsp;He hurl'd me on,<br>
+Along the banks and bottom of his course;<br>
+Then in his muddy spoils encircling wrapt."<br>
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah! when thou to the world shalt be return'd,<br>
+And rested after thy long road," so spake<br>
+Next the third spirit; "then remember me.<br>
+I once was Pia. &nbsp;Sienna gave me life,<br>
+Maremma took it from me. &nbsp;That he knows,<br>
+Who me with jewell'd ring had first espous'd."</p>
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+<h2>CANTO VI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>When from their game of dice men separate,<br>
+He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix'd,<br>
+Revolving in his mind, what luckless throws<br>
+He cast: but meanwhile all the company<br>
+Go with the other; one before him runs,<br>
+And one behind his mantle twitches, one<br>
+Fast by his side bids him remember him.<br>
+He stops not; and each one, to whom his hand<br>
+Is stretch'd, well knows he bids him stand aside;<br>
+And thus he from the press defends himself.<br>
+E'en such was I in that close-crowding throng;<br>
+And turning so my face around to all,<br>
+And promising, I 'scap'd from it with pains.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Here of Arezzo him I saw, who fell<br>
+By Ghino's cruel arm; and him beside,<br>
+Who in his chase was swallow'd by the stream.<br>
+Here Frederic Novello, with his hand<br>
+Stretch'd forth, entreated; and of Pisa he,<br>
+Who put the good Marzuco to such proof<br>
+Of constancy. &nbsp;Count Orso I beheld;<br>
+And from its frame a soul dismiss'd for spite<br>
+And envy, as it said, but for no crime:<br>
+I speak of Peter de la Brosse; and here,<br>
+While she yet lives, that Lady of Brabant<br>
+Let her beware; lest for so false a deed<br>
+She herd with worse than these. When I was freed<br>
+From all those spirits, who pray'd for others' prayers<br>
+To hasten on their state of blessedness;<br>
+Straight I began: "O thou, my luminary!<br>
+It seems expressly in thy text denied,<br>
+That heaven's supreme decree can never bend<br>
+To supplication; yet with this design<br>
+Do these entreat. &nbsp;Can then their hope be vain,<br>
+Or is thy saying not to me reveal'd?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He thus to me: "Both what I write is plain,<br>
+And these deceiv'd not in their hope, if well<br>
+Thy mind consider, that the sacred height<br>
+Of judgment doth not stoop, because love's flame<br>
+In a short moment all fulfils, which he<br>
+Who sojourns here, in right should satisfy.<br>
+Besides, when I this point concluded thus,<br>
+By praying no defect could be supplied;<br>
+Because the pray'r had none access to God.<br>
+Yet in this deep suspicion rest thou not<br>
+Contented unless she assure thee so,<br>
+Who betwixt truth and mind infuses light.<br>
+I know not if thou take me right; I mean<br>
+Beatrice. &nbsp;Her thou shalt behold above,<br>
+Upon this mountain's crown, fair seat of joy."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then I: "Sir! let us mend our speed; for now<br>
+I tire not as before; and lo! the hill<br>
+Stretches its shadow far." &nbsp;He answer'd thus:<br>
+"Our progress with this day shall be as much<br>
+As we may now dispatch; but otherwise<br>
+Than thou supposest is the truth. &nbsp;For there<br>
+Thou canst not be, ere thou once more behold<br>
+Him back returning, who behind the steep<br>
+Is now so hidden, that as erst his beam<br>
+Thou dost not break. &nbsp;But lo! a spirit there<br>
+Stands solitary, and toward us looks:<br>
+It will instruct us in the speediest way."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We soon approach'd it. &nbsp;O thou Lombard spirit!<br>
+How didst thou stand, in high abstracted mood,<br>
+Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!<br>
+It spoke not aught, but let us onward pass,<br>
+Eyeing us as a lion on his watch.<br>
+But Virgil with entreaty mild advanc'd,<br>
+Requesting it to show the best ascent.<br>
+It answer to his question none return'd,<br>
+But of our country and our kind of life<br>
+Demanded. &nbsp;When my courteous guide began,<br>
+"Mantua," the solitary shadow quick<br>
+Rose towards us from the place in which it stood,<br>
+And cry'd, "Mantuan! I am thy countryman<br>
+Sordello." &nbsp;Each the other then embrac'd.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief,<br>
+Vessel without a pilot in loud storm,<br>
+Lady no longer of fair provinces,<br>
+But brothel-house impure! this gentle spirit,<br>
+Ev'n from the Pleasant sound of his dear land<br>
+Was prompt to greet a fellow citizen<br>
+With such glad cheer; while now thy living ones<br>
+In thee abide not without war; and one<br>
+Malicious gnaws another, ay of those<br>
+Whom the same wall and the same moat contains,<br>
+Seek, wretched one! around thy sea-coasts wide;<br>
+Then homeward to thy bosom turn, and mark<br>
+If any part of the sweet peace enjoy.<br>
+What boots it, that thy reins Justinian's hand<br>
+Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress'd?<br>
+Nought doth he now but aggravate thy shame.<br>
+Ah people! thou obedient still shouldst live,<br>
+And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,<br>
+If well thou marked'st that which God commands.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Look how that beast to felness hath relaps'd<br>
+From having lost correction of the spur,<br>
+Since to the bridle thou hast set thine hand,<br>
+O German Albert! who abandon'st her,<br>
+That is grown savage and unmanageable,<br>
+When thou should'st clasp her flanks with forked heels.<br>
+Just judgment from the stars fall on thy blood!<br>
+And be it strange and manifest to all!<br>
+Such as may strike thy successor with dread!<br>
+For that thy sire and thou have suffer'd thus,<br>
+Through greediness of yonder realms detain'd,<br>
+The garden of the empire to run waste.<br>
+Come see the Capulets and Montagues,<br>
+The Philippeschi and Monaldi! man<br>
+Who car'st for nought! those sunk in grief, and these<br>
+With dire suspicion rack'd. Come, cruel one!<br>
+Come and behold the' oppression of the nobles,<br>
+And mark their injuries: and thou mayst see.<br>
+What safety Santafiore can supply.<br>
+Come and behold thy Rome, who calls on thee,<br>
+Desolate widow! day and night with moans:<br>
+"My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?"<br>
+Come and behold what love among thy people:<br>
+And if no pity touches thee for us,<br>
+Come and blush for thine own report. &nbsp;For me,<br>
+If it be lawful, O Almighty Power,<br>
+Who wast in earth for our sakes crucified!<br>
+Are thy just eyes turn'd elsewhere? &nbsp;or is this<br>
+A preparation in the wond'rous depth<br>
+Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end,<br>
+Entirely from our reach of thought cut off?<br>
+So are the' Italian cities all o'erthrong'd<br>
+With tyrants, and a great Marcellus made<br>
+Of every petty factious villager.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My Florence! thou mayst well remain unmov'd<br>
+At this digression, which affects not thee:<br>
+Thanks to thy people, who so wisely speed.<br>
+Many have justice in their heart, that long<br>
+Waiteth for counsel to direct the bow,<br>
+Or ere it dart unto its aim: but shine<br>
+Have it on their lip's edge. &nbsp;Many refuse<br>
+To bear the common burdens: readier thine<br>
+Answer uneall'd, and cry, "Behold I stoop!"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Make thyself glad, for thou hast reason now,<br>
+Thou wealthy! thou at peace! thou wisdom-fraught!<br>
+Facts best witness if I speak the truth.<br>
+Athens and Lacedaemon, who of old<br>
+Enacted laws, for civil arts renown'd,<br>
+Made little progress in improving life<br>
+Tow'rds thee, who usest such nice subtlety,<br>
+That to the middle of November scarce<br>
+Reaches the thread thou in October weav'st.<br>
+How many times, within thy memory,<br>
+Customs, and laws, and coins, and offices<br>
+Have been by thee renew'd, and people chang'd!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If thou remember'st well and can'st see clear,<br>
+Thou wilt perceive thyself like a sick wretch,<br>
+Who finds no rest upon her down, but oft<br>
+Shifting her side, short respite seeks from pain.</p>
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+<h2>CANTO VII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>After their courteous greetings joyfully<br>
+Sev'n times exchang'd, Sordello backward drew<br>
+Exclaiming, "Who are ye?" &nbsp;"Before this mount<br>
+By spirits worthy of ascent to God<br>
+Was sought, my bones had by Octavius' care<br>
+Been buried. &nbsp;I am Virgil, for no sin<br>
+Depriv'd of heav'n, except for lack of faith."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So answer'd him in few my gentle guide.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As one, who aught before him suddenly<br>
+Beholding, whence his wonder riseth, cries<br>
+"It is yet is not," wav'ring in belief;<br>
+Such he appear'd; then downward bent his eyes,<br>
+And drawing near with reverential step,<br>
+Caught him, where of mean estate might clasp<br>
+His lord. &nbsp;"Glory of Latium!" he exclaim'd,<br>
+"In whom our tongue its utmost power display'd!<br>
+Boast of my honor'd birth-place! what desert<br>
+Of mine, what favour rather undeserv'd,<br>
+Shows thee to me? &nbsp;If I to hear that voice<br>
+Am worthy, say if from below thou com'st<br>
+And from what cloister's pale?"&mdash;"Through every orb<br>
+Of that sad region," he reply'd, "thus far<br>
+Am I arriv'd, by heav'nly influence led<br>
+And with such aid I come. &nbsp;There is a place<br>
+There underneath, not made by torments sad,<br>
+But by dun shades alone; where mourning's voice<br>
+Sounds not of anguish sharp, but breathes in sighs."<br>
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+There I with little innocents abide,<br>
+Who by death's fangs were bitten, ere exempt<br>
+From human taint. &nbsp;There I with those abide,<br>
+Who the three holy virtues put not on,<br>
+But understood the rest, and without blame<br>
+Follow'd them all. &nbsp;But if thou know'st and canst,<br>
+Direct us, how we soonest may arrive,<br>
+Where Purgatory its true beginning takes."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He answer'd thus: "We have no certain place<br>
+Assign'd us: upwards I may go or round,<br>
+Far as I can, I join thee for thy guide.<br>
+But thou beholdest now how day declines:<br>
+And upwards to proceed by night, our power<br>
+Excels: therefore it may be well to choose<br>
+A place of pleasant sojourn. &nbsp;To the right<br>
+Some spirits sit apart retir'd. &nbsp;If thou<br>
+Consentest, I to these will lead thy steps:<br>
+And thou wilt know them, not without delight."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"How chances this?" &nbsp;was answer'd; "who so wish'd<br>
+To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr'd<br>
+By other, or through his own weakness fail?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The good Sordello then, along the ground<br>
+Trailing his finger, spoke: "Only this line<br>
+Thou shalt not overpass, soon as the sun<br>
+Hath disappear'd; not that aught else impedes<br>
+Thy going upwards, save the shades of night.<br>
+These with the wont of power perplex the will.<br>
+With them thou haply mightst return beneath,<br>
+Or to and fro around the mountain's side<br>
+Wander, while day is in the horizon shut."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My master straight, as wond'ring at his speech,<br>
+Exclaim'd: "Then lead us quickly, where thou sayst,<br>
+That, while we stay, we may enjoy delight."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A little space we were remov'd from thence,<br>
+When I perceiv'd the mountain hollow'd out.<br>
+Ev'n as large valleys hollow'd out on earth,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That way," the' escorting spirit cried, "we go,<br>
+Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:<br>
+And thou await renewal of the day."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Betwixt the steep and plain a crooked path<br>
+Led us traverse into the ridge's side,<br>
+Where more than half the sloping edge expires.<br>
+Refulgent gold, and silver thrice refin'd,<br>
+And scarlet grain and ceruse, Indian wood<br>
+Of lucid dye serene, fresh emeralds<br>
+But newly broken, by the herbs and flowers<br>
+Plac'd in that fair recess, in color all<br>
+Had been surpass'd, as great surpasses less.<br>
+Nor nature only there lavish'd her hues,<br>
+But of the sweetness of a thousand smells<br>
+A rare and undistinguish'd fragrance made.<br>
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Salve Regina," on the grass and flowers<br>
+Here chanting I beheld those spirits sit<br>
+Who not beyond the valley could be seen.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Before the west'ring sun sink to his bed,"<br>
+Began the Mantuan, who our steps had turn'd,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"'Mid those desires not that I lead ye on.<br>
+For from this eminence ye shall discern<br>
+Better the acts and visages of all,<br>
+Than in the nether vale among them mix'd.<br>
+He, who sits high above the rest, and seems<br>
+To have neglected that he should have done,<br>
+And to the others' song moves not his lip,<br>
+The Emperor Rodolph call, who might have heal'd<br>
+The wounds whereof fair Italy hath died,<br>
+So that by others she revives but slowly,<br>
+He, who with kindly visage comforts him,<br>
+Sway'd in that country, where the water springs,<br>
+That Moldaw's river to the Elbe, and Elbe<br>
+Rolls to the ocean: Ottocar his name:<br>
+Who in his swaddling clothes was of more worth<br>
+Than Winceslaus his son, a bearded man,<br>
+Pamper'd with rank luxuriousness and ease.<br>
+And that one with the nose depress, who close<br>
+In counsel seems with him of gentle look,<br>
+Flying expir'd, with'ring the lily's flower.<br>
+Look there how he doth knock against his breast!<br>
+The other ye behold, who for his cheek<br>
+Makes of one hand a couch, with frequent sighs.<br>
+They are the father and the father-in-law<br>
+Of Gallia's bane: his vicious life they know<br>
+And foul; thence comes the grief that rends them thus.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"He, so robust of limb, who measure keeps<br>
+In song, with him of feature prominent,<br>
+With ev'ry virtue bore his girdle brac'd.<br>
+And if that stripling who behinds him sits,<br>
+King after him had liv'd, his virtue then<br>
+From vessel to like vessel had been pour'd;<br>
+Which may not of the other heirs be said.<br>
+By James and Frederick his realms are held;<br>
+Neither the better heritage obtains.<br>
+Rarely into the branches of the tree<br>
+Doth human worth mount up; and so ordains<br>
+He who bestows it, that as his free gift<br>
+It may be call'd. &nbsp;To Charles my words apply<br>
+No less than to his brother in the song;<br>
+Which Pouille and Provence now with grief confess.<br>
+So much that plant degenerates from its seed,<br>
+As more than Beatrice and Margaret<br>
+Costanza still boasts of her valorous spouse.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Behold the king of simple life and plain,<br>
+Harry of England, sitting there alone:<br>
+He through his branches better issue spreads.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That one, who on the ground beneath the rest<br>
+Sits lowest, yet his gaze directs aloft,<br>
+Us William, that brave Marquis, for whose cause<br>
+The deed of Alexandria and his war<br>
+Makes Conferrat and Canavese weep."</p>
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+<a name="8"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO VIII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now was the hour that wakens fond desire<br>
+In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart,<br>
+Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell,<br>
+And pilgrim newly on his road with love<br>
+Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far,<br>
+That seems to mourn for the expiring day:<br>
+When I, no longer taking heed to hear<br>
+Began, with wonder, from those spirits to mark<br>
+One risen from its seat, which with its hand<br>
+Audience implor'd. Both palms it join'd and rais'd,<br>
+Fixing its steadfast gaze towards the east,<br>
+As telling God, "I care for naught beside."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Te Lucis Ante," so devoutly then<br>
+Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,<br>
+That all my sense in ravishment was lost.<br>
+And the rest after, softly and devout,<br>
+Follow'd through all the hymn, with upward gaze<br>
+Directed to the bright supernal wheels.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Here, reader! for the truth makes thine eyes keen:<br>
+For of so subtle texture is this veil,<br>
+That thou with ease mayst pass it through unmark'd.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I saw that gentle band silently next<br>
+Look up, as if in expectation held,<br>
+Pale and in lowly guise; and from on high<br>
+I saw forth issuing descend beneath<br>
+Two angels with two flame-illumin'd swords,<br>
+Broken and mutilated at their points.<br>
+Green as the tender leaves but newly born,<br>
+Their vesture was, the which by wings as green<br>
+Beaten, they drew behind them, fann'd in air.<br>
+A little over us one took his stand,<br>
+The other lighted on the' Opposing hill,<br>
+So that the troop were in the midst contain'd.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well I descried the whiteness on their heads;<br>
+But in their visages the dazzled eye<br>
+Was lost, as faculty that by too much<br>
+Is overpower'd. &nbsp;"From Mary's bosom both<br>
+Are come," exclaim'd Sordello, "as a guard<br>
+Over the vale, ganst him, who hither tends,<br>
+The serpent." &nbsp;Whence, not knowing by which path<br>
+He came, I turn'd me round, and closely press'd,<br>
+All frozen, to my leader's trusted side.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sordello paus'd not: "To the valley now<br>
+(For it is time) let us descend; and hold<br>
+Converse with those great shadows: haply much<br>
+Their sight may please ye." &nbsp;Only three steps down<br>
+Methinks I measur'd, ere I was beneath,<br>
+And noted one who look'd as with desire<br>
+To know me. &nbsp;Time was now that air arrow dim;<br>
+Yet not so dim, that 'twixt his eyes and mine<br>
+It clear'd not up what was conceal'd before.<br>
+Mutually tow'rds each other we advanc'd.<br>
+Nino, thou courteous judge! what joy I felt,<br>
+When I perceiv'd thou wert not with the bad!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No salutation kind on either part<br>
+Was left unsaid. &nbsp;He then inquir'd: "How long<br>
+Since thou arrived'st at the mountain's foot,<br>
+Over the distant waves?"&mdash;"O!" answer'd I,<br>
+"Through the sad seats of woe this morn I came,<br>
+And still in my first life, thus journeying on,<br>
+The other strive to gain." &nbsp;Soon as they heard<br>
+My words, he and Sordello backward drew,<br>
+As suddenly amaz'd. &nbsp;To Virgil one,<br>
+The other to a spirit turn'd, who near<br>
+Was seated, crying: "Conrad! up with speed:<br>
+Come, see what of his grace high God hath will'd."<br>
+Then turning round to me: "By that rare mark<br>
+Of honour which thou ow'st to him, who hides<br>
+So deeply his first cause, it hath no ford,<br>
+When thou shalt be beyond the vast of waves.<br>
+Tell my Giovanna, that for me she call<br>
+There, where reply to innocence is made.<br>
+Her mother, I believe, loves me no more;<br>
+Since she has chang'd the white and wimpled folds,<br>
+Which she is doom'd once more with grief to wish.<br>
+By her it easily may be perceiv'd,<br>
+How long in women lasts the flame of love,<br>
+If sight and touch do not relume it oft.<br>
+For her so fair a burial will not make<br>
+The viper which calls Milan to the field,<br>
+As had been made by shrill Gallura's bird."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He spoke, and in his visage took the stamp<br>
+Of that right seal, which with due temperature<br>
+Glows in the bosom. &nbsp;My insatiate eyes<br>
+Meanwhile to heav'n had travel'd, even there<br>
+Where the bright stars are slowest, as a wheel<br>
+Nearest the axle; when my guide inquir'd:<br>
+"What there aloft, my son, has caught thy gaze?"<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I answer'd: "The three torches, with which here<br>
+The pole is all on fire." &nbsp;He then to me:<br>
+"The four resplendent stars, thou saw'st this morn<br>
+Are there beneath, and these ris'n in their stead."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While yet he spoke. &nbsp;Sordello to himself<br>
+Drew him, and cry'd: "Lo there our enemy!"<br>
+And with his hand pointed that way to look.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Along the side, where barrier none arose<br>
+Around the little vale, a serpent lay,<br>
+Such haply as gave Eve the bitter food.<br>
+Between the grass and flowers, the evil snake<br>
+Came on, reverting oft his lifted head;<br>
+And, as a beast that smoothes its polish'd coat,<br>
+Licking his hack. &nbsp;I saw not, nor can tell,<br>
+How those celestial falcons from their seat<br>
+Mov'd, but in motion each one well descried,<br>
+Hearing the air cut by their verdant plumes.<br>
+The serpent fled; and to their stations back<br>
+The angels up return'd with equal flight.<br>
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+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Spirit (who to Nino, when he call'd,<br>
+Had come), from viewing me with fixed ken,<br>
+Through all that conflict, loosen'd not his sight.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So may the lamp, which leads thee up on high,<br>
+Find, in thy destin'd lot, of wax so much,<br>
+As may suffice thee to the enamel's height."<br>
+It thus began: "If any certain news<br>
+Of Valdimagra and the neighbour part<br>
+Thou know'st, tell me, who once was mighty there<br>
+They call'd me Conrad Malaspina, not<br>
+That old one, but from him I sprang. &nbsp;The love<br>
+I bore my people is now here refin'd."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"In your dominions," I answer'd, "ne'er was I.<br>
+But through all Europe where do those men dwell,<br>
+To whom their glory is not manifest?<br>
+The fame, that honours your illustrious house,<br>
+Proclaims the nobles and proclaims the land;<br>
+So that he knows it who was never there.<br>
+I swear to you, so may my upward route<br>
+Prosper! your honour'd nation not impairs<br>
+The value of her coffer and her sword.<br>
+Nature and use give her such privilege,<br>
+That while the world is twisted from his course<br>
+By a bad head, she only walks aright,<br>
+And has the evil way in scorn." &nbsp;He then:<br>
+"Now pass thee on: sev'n times the tired sun<br>
+Revisits not the couch, which with four feet<br>
+The forked Aries covers, ere that kind<br>
+Opinion shall be nail'd into thy brain<br>
+With stronger nails than other's speech can drive,<br>
+If the sure course of judgment be not stay'd."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="9"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO IX</h2>
+
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+<p>Now the fair consort of Tithonus old,<br>
+Arisen from her mate's beloved arms,<br>
+Look'd palely o'er the eastern cliff: her brow,<br>
+Lucent with jewels, glitter'd, set in sign<br>
+Of that chill animal, who with his train<br>
+Smites fearful nations: and where then we were,<br>
+Two steps of her ascent the night had past,<br>
+And now the third was closing up its wing,<br>
+When I, who had so much of Adam with me,<br>
+Sank down upon the grass, o'ercome with sleep,<br>
+There where all five were seated. &nbsp;In that hour,<br>
+When near the dawn the swallow her sad lay,<br>
+Rememb'ring haply ancient grief, renews,<br>
+And with our minds more wand'rers from the flesh,<br>
+And less by thought restrain'd are, as 't were, full<br>
+Of holy divination in their dreams,<br>
+Then in a vision did I seem to view<br>
+A golden-feather'd eagle in the sky,<br>
+With open wings, and hov'ring for descent,<br>
+And I was in that place, methought, from whence<br>
+Young Ganymede, from his associates 'reft,<br>
+Was snatch'd aloft to the high consistory.<br>
+"Perhaps," thought I within me, "here alone<br>
+He strikes his quarry, and elsewhere disdains<br>
+To pounce upon the prey." &nbsp;Therewith, it seem'd,<br>
+A little wheeling in his airy tour<br>
+Terrible as the lightning rush'd he down,<br>
+And snatch'd me upward even to the fire.<br>
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+There both, I thought, the eagle and myself<br>
+Did burn; and so intense th' imagin'd flames,<br>
+That needs my sleep was broken off. &nbsp;As erst<br>
+Achilles shook himself, and round him roll'd<br>
+His waken'd eyeballs wond'ring where he was,<br>
+Whenas his mother had from Chiron fled<br>
+To Scyros, with him sleeping in her arms;<br>
+E'en thus I shook me, soon as from my face<br>
+The slumber parted, turning deadly pale,<br>
+Like one ice-struck with dread. &nbsp;Solo at my side<br>
+My comfort stood: and the bright sun was now<br>
+More than two hours aloft: and to the sea<br>
+My looks were turn'd. &nbsp;"Fear not," my master cried,<br>
+"Assur'd we are at happy point. &nbsp;Thy strength<br>
+Shrink not, but rise dilated. &nbsp;Thou art come<br>
+To Purgatory now. &nbsp;Lo! there the cliff<br>
+That circling bounds it! &nbsp;Lo! the entrance there,<br>
+Where it doth seem disparted! Ere the dawn<br>
+Usher'd the daylight, when thy wearied soul<br>
+Slept in thee, o'er the flowery vale beneath<br>
+A lady came, and thus bespake me: I<br>
+Am Lucia. &nbsp;Suffer me to take this man,<br>
+Who slumbers. &nbsp;Easier so his way shall speed."<br>
+Sordello and the other gentle shapes<br>
+Tarrying, she bare thee up: and, as day shone,<br>
+This summit reach'd: and I pursued her steps.<br>
+Here did she place thee. &nbsp;First her lovely eyes<br>
+That open entrance show'd me; then at once<br>
+She vanish'd with thy sleep." &nbsp;Like one, whose doubts<br>
+Are chas'd by certainty, and terror turn'd<br>
+To comfort on discovery of the truth,<br>
+Such was the change in me: and as my guide<br>
+Beheld me fearless, up along the cliff<br>
+He mov'd, and I behind him, towards the height.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reader! thou markest how my theme doth rise,<br>
+Nor wonder therefore, if more artfully<br>
+I prop the structure! Nearer now we drew,<br>
+Arriv'd' whence in that part, where first a breach<br>
+As of a wall appear'd, I could descry<br>
+A portal, and three steps beneath, that led<br>
+For inlet there, of different colour each,<br>
+And one who watch'd, but spake not yet a word.<br>
+As more and more mine eye did stretch its view,<br>
+I mark'd him seated on the highest step,<br>
+In visage such, as past my power to bear.<br>
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+Grasp'd in his hand a naked sword, glanc'd back<br>
+The rays so toward me, that I oft in vain<br>
+My sight directed. &nbsp;"Speak from whence ye stand:"<br>
+He cried: "What would ye? &nbsp;Where is your escort?<br>
+Take heed your coming upward harm ye not."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"A heavenly dame, not skilless of these things,"<br>
+Replied the' instructor, "told us, even now,<br>
+'Pass that way: here the gate is."&mdash;"And may she<br>
+Befriending prosper your ascent," resum'd<br>
+The courteous keeper of the gate: "Come then<br>
+Before our steps." &nbsp;We straightway thither came.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lowest stair was marble white so smooth<br>
+And polish'd, that therein my mirror'd form<br>
+Distinct I saw. &nbsp;The next of hue more dark<br>
+Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,<br>
+Crack'd lengthwise and across. &nbsp;The third, that lay<br>
+Massy above, seem'd porphyry, that flam'd<br>
+Red as the life-blood spouting from a vein.<br>
+On this God's angel either foot sustain'd,<br>
+Upon the threshold seated, which appear'd<br>
+A rock of diamond. &nbsp;Up the trinal steps<br>
+My leader cheerily drew me. &nbsp;"Ask," said he,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"With humble heart, that he unbar the bolt."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Piously at his holy feet devolv'd<br>
+I cast me, praying him for pity's sake<br>
+That he would open to me: but first fell<br>
+Thrice on my bosom prostrate. &nbsp;Seven times<br>
+The letter, that denotes the inward stain,<br>
+He on my forehead with the blunted point<br>
+Of his drawn sword inscrib'd. &nbsp;And "Look," he cried,<br>
+"When enter'd, that thou wash these scars away."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ashes, or earth ta'en dry out of the ground,<br>
+Were of one colour with the robe he wore.<br>
+From underneath that vestment forth he drew<br>
+Two keys of metal twain: the one was gold,<br>
+Its fellow silver. &nbsp;With the pallid first,<br>
+And next the burnish'd, he so ply'd the gate,<br>
+As to content me well. &nbsp;"Whenever one<br>
+Faileth of these, that in the keyhole straight<br>
+It turn not, to this alley then expect<br>
+Access in vain." &nbsp;Such were the words he spake.<br>
+"One is more precious: but the other needs<br>
+Skill and sagacity, large share of each,<br>
+Ere its good task to disengage the knot<br>
+Be worthily perform'd. &nbsp;From Peter these<br>
+I hold, of him instructed, that I err<br>
+Rather in opening than in keeping fast;<br>
+So but the suppliant at my feet implore."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then of that hallow'd gate he thrust the door,<br>
+Exclaiming, "Enter, but this warning hear:<br>
+He forth again departs who looks behind."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As in the hinges of that sacred ward<br>
+The swivels turn'd, sonorous metal strong,<br>
+Harsh was the grating; nor so surlily<br>
+Roar'd the Tarpeian, when by force bereft<br>
+Of good Metellus, thenceforth from his loss<br>
+To leanness doom'd. &nbsp;Attentively I turn'd,<br>
+List'ning the thunder, that first issued forth;<br>
+And "We praise thee, O God," methought I heard<br>
+In accents blended with sweet melody.<br>
+The strains came o'er mine ear, e'en as the sound<br>
+Of choral voices, that in solemn chant<br>
+With organ mingle, and, now high and clear,<br>
+Come swelling, now float indistinct away.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="10"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO X</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>When we had passed the threshold of the gate<br>
+(Which the soul's ill affection doth disuse,<br>
+Making the crooked seem the straighter path),<br>
+I heard its closing sound. &nbsp;Had mine eyes turn'd,<br>
+For that offence what plea might have avail'd?<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We mounted up the riven rock, that wound<br>
+On either side alternate, as the wave<br>
+Flies and advances. &nbsp;"Here some little art<br>
+Behooves us," said my leader, "that our steps<br>
+Observe the varying flexure of the path."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thus we so slowly sped, that with cleft orb<br>
+The moon once more o'erhangs her wat'ry couch,<br>
+Ere we that strait have threaded. &nbsp;But when free<br>
+We came and open, where the mount above<br>
+One solid mass retires, I spent, with toil,<br>
+And both, uncertain of the way, we stood,<br>
+Upon a plain more lonesome, than the roads<br>
+That traverse desert wilds. &nbsp;From whence the brink<br>
+Borders upon vacuity, to foot<br>
+Of the steep bank, that rises still, the space<br>
+Had measur'd thrice the stature of a man:<br>
+And, distant as mine eye could wing its flight,<br>
+To leftward now and now to right dispatch'd,<br>
+That cornice equal in extent appear'd.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not yet our feet had on that summit mov'd,<br>
+When I discover'd that the bank around,<br>
+Whose proud uprising all ascent denied,<br>
+Was marble white, and so exactly wrought<br>
+With quaintest sculpture, that not there alone<br>
+Had Polycletus, but e'en nature's self<br>
+Been sham'd. &nbsp;The angel who came down to earth<br>
+With tidings of the peace so many years<br>
+Wept for in vain, that op'd the heavenly gates<br>
+From their long interdict before us seem'd,<br>
+In a sweet act, so sculptur'd to the life,<br>
+He look'd no silent image. One had sworn<br>
+He had said, "Hail!" for she was imag'd there,<br>
+By whom the key did open to God's love,<br>
+And in her act as sensibly impress<br>
+That word, "Behold the handmaid of the Lord,"<br>
+As figure seal'd on wax. &nbsp;"Fix not thy mind<br>
+On one place only," said the guide belov'd,<br>
+Who had me near him on that part where lies<br>
+The heart of man. &nbsp;My sight forthwith I turn'd<br>
+And mark'd, behind the virgin mother's form,<br>
+Upon that side, where he, that mov'd me, stood,<br>
+Another story graven on the rock.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I passed athwart the bard, and drew me near,<br>
+That it might stand more aptly for my view.<br>
+There in the self-same marble were engrav'd<br>
+The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,<br>
+That from unbidden office awes mankind.<br>
+Before it came much people; and the whole<br>
+Parted in seven quires. &nbsp;One sense cried, "Nay,"<br>
+Another, "Yes, they sing." &nbsp;Like doubt arose<br>
+Betwixt the eye and smell, from the curl'd fume<br>
+Of incense breathing up the well-wrought toil.<br>
+Preceding the blest vessel, onward came<br>
+With light dance leaping, girt in humble guise,<br>
+Sweet Israel's harper: in that hap he seem'd<br>
+Less and yet more than kingly. &nbsp;Opposite,<br>
+At a great palace, from the lattice forth<br>
+Look'd Michol, like a lady full of scorn<br>
+And sorrow. &nbsp;To behold the tablet next,<br>
+Which at the hack of Michol whitely shone,<br>
+I mov'd me. &nbsp;There was storied on the rock<br>
+The' exalted glory of the Roman prince,<br>
+Whose mighty worth mov'd Gregory to earn<br>
+His mighty conquest, Trajan th' Emperor.<br>
+A widow at his bridle stood, attir'd<br>
+In tears and mourning. &nbsp;Round about them troop'd<br>
+Full throng of knights, and overhead in gold<br>
+The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.<br>
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+The wretch appear'd amid all these to say:<br>
+"Grant vengeance, sire! for, woe beshrew this heart<br>
+My son is murder'd." &nbsp;He replying seem'd;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wait now till I return." And she, as one<br>
+Made hasty by her grief; "O sire, if thou<br>
+Dost not return?"&mdash;"Where I am, who then is,<br>
+May right thee."&mdash;"What to thee is other's good,<br>
+If thou neglect thy own?"&mdash;"Now comfort thee,"<br>
+At length he answers. &nbsp;"It beseemeth well<br>
+My duty be perform'd, ere I move hence:<br>
+So justice wills; and pity bids me stay."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He, whose ken nothing new surveys, produc'd<br>
+That visible speaking, new to us and strange<br>
+The like not found on earth. &nbsp;Fondly I gaz'd<br>
+Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,<br>
+Shapes yet more precious for their artist's sake,<br>
+When "Lo," the poet whisper'd, "where this way<br>
+(But slack their pace), a multitude advance.<br>
+These to the lofty steps shall guide us on."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mine eyes, though bent on view of novel sights<br>
+Their lov'd allurement, were not slow to turn.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reader! I would not that amaz'd thou miss<br>
+Of thy good purpose, hearing how just God<br>
+Decrees our debts be cancel'd. &nbsp;Ponder not<br>
+The form of suff'ring. &nbsp;Think on what succeeds,<br>
+Think that at worst beyond the mighty doom<br>
+It cannot pass. &nbsp;"Instructor," I began,<br>
+"What I see hither tending, bears no trace<br>
+Of human semblance, nor of aught beside<br>
+That my foil'd sight can guess." &nbsp;He answering thus:<br>
+"So courb'd to earth, beneath their heavy teems<br>
+Of torment stoop they, that mine eye at first<br>
+Struggled as thine. &nbsp;But look intently thither,<br>
+An disentangle with thy lab'ring view,<br>
+What underneath those stones approacheth: now,<br>
+E'en now, mayst thou discern the pangs of each."<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Christians and proud! O poor and wretched ones!<br>
+That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust<br>
+Upon unstaid perverseness! Know ye not<br>
+That we are worms, yet made at last to form<br>
+The winged insect, imp'd with angel plumes<br>
+That to heaven's justice unobstructed soars?<br>
+Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg'd souls?<br>
+Abortive then and shapeless ye remain,<br>
+Like the untimely embryon of a worm!<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As, to support incumbent floor or roof,<br>
+For corbel is a figure sometimes seen,<br>
+That crumples up its knees unto its breast,<br>
+With the feign'd posture stirring ruth unfeign'd<br>
+In the beholder's fancy; so I saw<br>
+These fashion'd, when I noted well their guise.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each, as his back was laden, came indeed<br>
+Or more or less contract; but it appear'd<br>
+As he, who show'd most patience in his look,<br>
+Wailing exclaim'd: "I can endure no more."</p>
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+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
+
+<br><br><br>
+<br><br><br>
+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Part 3</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
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+<h1>PURGATORY</h1>
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+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
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+<a href="#11">Canto 11</a><br>
+<a href="#12">Canto 12</a><br>
+<a href="#13">Canto 13</a><br>
+<a href="#14">Canto 14</a><br>
+<a href="#15">Canto 15</a><br>
+<a href="#16">Canto 16</a><br>
+<a href="#17">Canto 17</a><br>
+<a href="#18">Canto 18</a><br>
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+<a name="11"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>"O thou Almighty Father, who dost make<br>
+The heavens thy dwelling, not in bounds confin'd,<br>
+But that with love intenser there thou view'st<br>
+Thy primal effluence, hallow'd be thy name:<br>
+Join each created being to extol<br>
+Thy might, for worthy humblest thanks and praise<br>
+Is thy blest Spirit. &nbsp;May thy kingdom's peace<br>
+Come unto us; for we, unless it come,<br>
+With all our striving thither tend in vain.<br>
+As of their will the angels unto thee<br>
+Tender meet sacrifice, circling thy throne<br>
+With loud hosannas, so of theirs be done<br>
+By saintly men on earth. &nbsp;Grant us this day<br>
+Our daily manna, without which he roams<br>
+Through this rough desert retrograde, who most<br>
+Toils to advance his steps. &nbsp;As we to each<br>
+Pardon the evil done us, pardon thou<br>
+Benign, and of our merit take no count.<br>
+'Gainst the old adversary prove thou not<br>
+Our virtue easily subdu'd; but free<br>
+From his incitements and defeat his wiles.<br>
+This last petition, dearest Lord! is made<br>
+Not for ourselves, since that were needless now,<br>
+But for their sakes who after us remain."<br>
+<br>Thus for themselves and us good speed imploring,<br>
+Those spirits went beneath a weight like that<br>
+We sometimes feel in dreams, all, sore beset,<br>
+But with unequal anguish, wearied all,<br>
+Round the first circuit, purging as they go,<br>
+The world's gross darkness off: In our behalf<br>
+If there vows still be offer'd, what can here<br>
+For them be vow'd and done by such, whose wills<br>
+Have root of goodness in them? &nbsp;Well beseems<br>
+That we should help them wash away the stains<br>
+They carried hence, that so made pure and light,<br>
+They may spring upward to the starry spheres.<br>
+<br>"Ah! &nbsp;so may mercy-temper'd justice rid<br>
+Your burdens speedily, that ye have power<br>
+To stretch your wing, which e'en to your desire<br>
+Shall lift you, as ye show us on which hand<br>
+Toward the ladder leads the shortest way.<br>
+And if there be more passages than one,<br>
+Instruct us of that easiest to ascend;<br>
+For this man who comes with me, and bears yet<br>
+The charge of fleshly raiment Adam left him,<br>
+Despite his better will but slowly mounts."<br>
+From whom the answer came unto these words,<br>
+Which my guide spake, appear'd not; but 'twas said.<br>
+<br>"Along the bank to rightward come with us,<br>
+And ye shall find a pass that mocks not toil<br>
+Of living man to climb: and were it not<br>
+That I am hinder'd by the rock, wherewith<br>
+This arrogant neck is tam'd, whence needs I stoop<br>
+My visage to the ground, him, who yet lives,<br>
+Whose name thou speak'st not him I fain would view.<br>
+To mark if e'er I knew him? &nbsp;and to crave<br>
+His pity for the fardel that I bear.<br>
+I was of Latiun, &nbsp;of a Tuscan horn<br>
+A mighty one: Aldobranlesco's name<br>
+My sire's, I know not if ye e'er have heard.<br>
+My old blood and forefathers' gallant deeds<br>
+Made me so haughty, that I clean forgot<br>
+The common mother, and to such excess,<br>
+Wax'd in my scorn of all men, that I fell,<br>
+Fell therefore; by what fate Sienna's sons,<br>
+Each child in Campagnatico, can tell.<br>
+I am Omberto; not me only pride<br>
+Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd<br>
+In mischief with her. &nbsp;Here my lot ordains<br>
+Under this weight to groan, till I appease<br>
+God's angry justice, since I did it not<br>
+Amongst the living, here amongst the dead."<br>
+<br>List'ning I bent my visage down: and one<br>
+(Not he who spake) twisted beneath the weight<br>
+That urg'd him, saw me, knew me straight, and call'd,<br>
+Holding his eyes With difficulty fix'd<br>
+Intent upon me, stooping as I went<br>
+Companion of their way. &nbsp;"O!" &nbsp;I exclaim'd,<br>
+<br>"Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou<br>
+Agobbio's glory, glory of that art<br>
+Which they of Paris call the limmer's skill?"<br>
+<br>"Brother!" said he, "with tints that gayer smile,<br>
+Bolognian Franco's pencil lines the leaves.<br>
+His all the honour now; mine borrow'd light.<br>
+In truth I had not been thus courteous to him,<br>
+The whilst I liv'd, through eagerness of zeal<br>
+For that pre-eminence my heart was bent on.<br>
+Here of such pride the forfeiture is paid.<br>
+Nor were I even here; if, able still<br>
+To sin, I had not turn'd me unto God.<br>
+O powers of man! &nbsp;how vain your glory, nipp'd<br>
+E'en in its height of verdure, if an age<br>
+Less bright succeed not! &nbsp;Cimabue thought<br>
+To lord it over painting's field; and now<br>
+The cry is Giotto's, and his name eclips'd.<br>
+Thus hath one Guido from the other snatch'd<br>
+The letter'd prize: and he perhaps is born,<br>
+Who shall drive either from their nest. &nbsp;The noise<br>
+Of worldly fame is but a blast of wind,<br>
+That blows from divers points, and shifts its name<br>
+Shifting the point it blows from. &nbsp;Shalt thou more<br>
+Live in the mouths of mankind, if thy flesh<br>
+Part shrivel'd from thee, than if thou hadst died,<br>
+Before the coral and the pap were left,<br>
+Or ere some thousand years have passed? and that<br>
+Is, to eternity compar'd, a space,<br>
+Briefer than is the twinkling of an eye<br>
+To the heaven's slowest orb. &nbsp;He there who treads<br>
+So leisurely before me, far and wide<br>
+Through Tuscany resounded once; and now<br>
+Is in Sienna scarce with whispers nam'd:<br>
+There was he sov'reign, when destruction caught<br>
+The madd'ning rage of Florence, in that day<br>
+Proud as she now is loathsome. &nbsp;Your renown<br>
+Is as the herb, whose hue doth come and go,<br>
+And his might withers it, by whom it sprang<br>
+Crude from the lap of earth." &nbsp;I thus to him:<br>
+"True are thy sayings: to my heart they breathe<br>
+The kindly spirit of meekness, and allay<br>
+What tumours rankle there. &nbsp;But who is he<br>
+Of whom thou spak'st but now?"--"This," he replied,<br>
+"Is Provenzano. &nbsp;He is here, because<br>
+He reach'd, with grasp presumptuous, at the sway<br>
+Of all Sienna. &nbsp;Thus he still hath gone,<br>
+Thus goeth never-resting, since he died.<br>
+Such is th' acquittance render'd back of him,<br>
+Who, beyond measure, dar'd on earth." &nbsp;I then:<br>
+"If soul that to the verge of life delays<br>
+Repentance, linger in that lower space,<br>
+Nor hither mount, unless good prayers befriend,<br>
+How chanc'd admittance was vouchsaf'd to him?"<br>
+<br>"When at his glory's topmost height," said he,<br>
+"Respect of dignity all cast aside,<br>
+Freely He fix'd him on Sienna's plain,<br>
+A suitor to &nbsp;redeem his suff'ring friend,<br>
+Who languish'd in the prison-house of Charles,<br>
+Nor for his sake refus'd through every vein<br>
+To tremble. &nbsp;More I will not say; and dark,<br>
+I know, my words are, but thy neighbours soon<br>
+Shall help thee to a comment on the text.<br>
+This is the work, that from these limits freed him."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="12"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XII</h2>
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+<p>With equal pace as oxen in the yoke,<br>
+I with that laden spirit journey'd on<br>
+Long as the mild instructor suffer'd me;<br>
+But when he bade me quit him, and proceed<br>
+(For "here," said he, "behooves with sail and oars<br>
+Each man, as best he may, push on his bark"),<br>
+Upright, as one dispos'd for speed, I rais'd<br>
+My body, still in thought submissive bow'd.<br>
+<br>I now my leader's track not loth pursued;<br>
+And each had shown how light we far'd along<br>
+When thus he warn'd me: "Bend thine eyesight down:<br>
+For thou to ease the way shall find it good<br>
+To ruminate the bed beneath thy feet."<br>
+<br>As in memorial of the buried, drawn<br>
+Upon earth-level tombs, the sculptur'd form<br>
+Of what was once, appears (at sight whereof<br>
+Tears often stream forth by remembrance wak'd,<br>
+Whose sacred stings the piteous only feel),<br>
+So saw I there, but with more curious skill<br>
+Of portraiture o'erwrought, whate'er of space<br>
+From forth the mountain stretches. &nbsp;On one part<br>
+Him I beheld, above all creatures erst<br>
+Created noblest, light'ning fall from heaven:<br>
+On th' other side with bolt celestial pierc'd<br>
+Briareus: cumb'ring earth he lay through dint<br>
+Of mortal ice-stroke. &nbsp;The Thymbraean god<br>
+With Mars, I saw, and Pallas, round their sire,<br>
+Arm'd still, and gazing on the giant's limbs<br>
+Strewn o'er th' ethereal field. &nbsp;Nimrod I saw:<br>
+At foot of the stupendous work he stood,<br>
+As if bewilder'd, looking on the crowd<br>
+Leagued in his proud attempt on Sennaar's plain.<br>
+<br>O Niobe! &nbsp;in what a trance of woe<br>
+Thee I beheld, upon that highway drawn,<br>
+Sev'n sons on either side thee slain! &nbsp;O Saul!<br>
+How ghastly didst thou look! &nbsp;on thine own sword<br>
+Expiring in Gilboa, from that hour<br>
+Ne'er visited with rain from heav'n or dew!<br>
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+<br>O fond Arachne! &nbsp;thee I also saw<br>
+Half spider now in anguish crawling up<br>
+Th' unfinish'd web thou weaved'st to thy bane!<br>
+<br>O Rehoboam! &nbsp;here thy shape doth seem<br>
+Louring no more defiance! but fear-smote<br>
+With none to chase him in his chariot whirl'd.<br>
+<br>Was shown beside upon the solid floor<br>
+How dear Alcmaeon forc'd his mother rate<br>
+That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:<br>
+How in the temple on Sennacherib fell<br>
+His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.<br>
+Was shown the scath and cruel mangling made<br>
+By Tomyris on Cyrus, when she cried:<br>
+"Blood thou didst thirst for, take thy fill of blood!"<br>
+Was shown how routed in the battle fled<br>
+Th' Assyrians, Holofernes slain, and e'en<br>
+The relics of the carnage. &nbsp;Troy I mark'd<br>
+In ashes and in caverns. &nbsp;Oh! &nbsp;how fall'n,<br>
+How abject, Ilion, was thy semblance there!<br>
+<br>What master of the pencil or the style<br>
+Had trac'd the shades and lines, that might have made<br>
+The subtlest workman wonder? &nbsp;Dead the dead,<br>
+The living seem'd alive; with clearer view<br>
+His eye beheld not who beheld the truth,<br>
+Than mine what I did tread on, while I went<br>
+Low bending. &nbsp;Now swell out; and with stiff necks<br>
+Pass on, ye sons of Eve! &nbsp;veil not your looks,<br>
+Lest they descry the evil of your path!<br>
+<br>I noted not (so busied was my thought)<br>
+How much we now had circled of the mount,<br>
+And of his course yet more the sun had spent,<br>
+When he, who with still wakeful caution went,<br>
+Admonish'd: "Raise thou up thy head: for know<br>
+Time is not now for slow suspense. &nbsp;Behold<br>
+That way an angel hasting towards us! &nbsp;Lo<br>
+Where duly the sixth handmaid doth return<br>
+From service on the day. &nbsp;Wear thou in look<br>
+And gesture seemly grace of reverent awe,<br>
+That gladly he may forward us aloft.<br>
+Consider that this day ne'er dawns again."<br>
+<br>Time's loss he had so often warn'd me 'gainst,<br>
+I could not miss the scope at which he aim'd.<br>
+<br>The goodly shape approach'd us, snowy white<br>
+In vesture, and with visage casting streams<br>
+Of tremulous lustre like the matin star.<br>
+His arms he open'd, then his wings; and spake:<br>
+"Onward: the steps, behold! &nbsp;are near; and now<br>
+Th' ascent is without difficulty gain'd."<br>
+<br>A scanty few are they, who when they hear<br>
+Such tidings, hasten. &nbsp;O ye race of men<br>
+Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind<br>
+So slight to baffle ye? &nbsp;He led us on<br>
+Where the rock parted; here against my front<br>
+Did beat his wings, then promis'd I should fare<br>
+In safety on my way. &nbsp;As to ascend<br>
+That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands<br>
+(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down<br>
+On the well-guided city,) up the right<br>
+Th' impetuous rise is broken by the steps<br>
+Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still<br>
+The registry and label rested safe;<br>
+Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here<br>
+Precipitous from the other circuit falls:<br>
+But on each hand the tall cliff presses close.<br>
+<br>As ent'ring there we turn'd, voices, in strain<br>
+Ineffable, sang: "Blessed are the poor<br>
+In spirit." &nbsp;Ah how far unlike to these<br>
+The straits of hell; here songs to usher us,<br>
+There shrieks of woe! &nbsp;We climb the holy stairs:<br>
+And lighter to myself by far I seem'd<br>
+Than on the plain before, whence thus I spake:<br>
+"Say, master, of what heavy thing have I<br>
+Been lighten'd, that scarce aught the sense of toil<br>
+Affects me journeying?" &nbsp;He in few replied:<br>
+"When sin's broad characters, that yet remain<br>
+Upon thy temples, though well nigh effac'd,<br>
+Shall be, as one is, all clean razed out,<br>
+Then shall thy feet by heartiness of will<br>
+Be so o'ercome, they not alone shall feel<br>
+No sense of labour, but delight much more<br>
+Shall wait them urg'd along their upward way."<br>
+<br>Then like to one, upon whose head is plac'd<br>
+Somewhat he deems not of but from the becks<br>
+Of others as they pass him by; his hand<br>
+Lends therefore help to' assure him, searches, finds,<br>
+And well performs such office as the eye<br>
+Wants power to execute: so stretching forth<br>
+The fingers of my right hand, did I find<br>
+Six only of the letters, which his sword<br>
+Who bare the keys had trac'd upon my brow.<br>
+The leader, as he mark'd mine action, smil'd.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="13"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XIII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>We reach'd the summit of the scale, and stood<br>
+Upon the second buttress of that mount<br>
+Which healeth him who climbs. &nbsp;A cornice there,<br>
+Like to the former, girdles round the hill;<br>
+Save that its arch with sweep less ample bends.<br>
+<br>Shadow nor image there is seen; all smooth<br>
+The rampart and the path, reflecting nought<br>
+But the rock's sullen hue. &nbsp;"If here we wait<br>
+For some to question," said the bard, "I fear<br>
+Our choice may haply meet too long delay."<br>
+<br>Then fixedly upon the sun his eyes<br>
+He fastn'd, made his right the central point<br>
+From whence to move, and turn'd the left aside.<br>
+"O pleasant light, my confidence and hope,<br>
+Conduct us thou," he cried, "on this new way,<br>
+Where now I venture, leading to the bourn<br>
+We seek. &nbsp;The universal world to thee<br>
+Owes warmth and lustre. &nbsp;If no other cause<br>
+Forbid, thy beams should ever be our guide."<br>
+<br>Far, as is measur'd for a mile on earth,<br>
+In brief space had we journey'd; such prompt will<br>
+Impell'd; and towards us flying, now were heard<br>
+Spirits invisible, who courteously<br>
+Unto love's table bade the welcome guest.<br>
+The voice, that first? &nbsp;flew by, call'd forth aloud,<br>
+"They have no wine;" so on behind us past,<br>
+Those sounds reiterating, nor yet lost<br>
+In the faint distance, when another came<br>
+Crying, "I am Orestes," and alike<br>
+Wing'd its fleet way. &nbsp;"Oh father!" &nbsp;I exclaim'd,<br>
+"What tongues are these?" &nbsp;and as I question'd, lo!<br>
+A third exclaiming, "Love ye those have wrong'd you."<br>
+<br>"This circuit," said my teacher, "knots the scourge<br>
+For envy, and the cords are therefore drawn<br>
+By charity's correcting hand. &nbsp;The curb<br>
+Is of a harsher sound, as thou shalt hear<br>
+(If I deem rightly), ere thou reach the pass,<br>
+Where pardon sets them free. &nbsp;But fix thine eyes<br>
+Intently through the air, and thou shalt see<br>
+A multitude before thee seated, each<br>
+Along the shelving grot." &nbsp;Then more than erst<br>
+I op'd my eyes, before me view'd, and saw<br>
+Shadows with garments dark as was the rock;<br>
+And when we pass'd a little forth, I heard<br>
+A crying, "Blessed Mary! pray for us,<br>
+Michael and Peter! &nbsp;all ye saintly host!"<br>
+<br>I do not think there walks on earth this day<br>
+Man so remorseless, that he hath not yearn'd<br>
+With pity at the sight that next I saw.<br>
+Mine eyes a load of sorrow teemed, when now<br>
+I stood so near them, that their semblances<br>
+Came clearly to my view. &nbsp;Of sackcloth vile<br>
+Their cov'ring seem'd; and on his shoulder one<br>
+Did stay another, leaning, and all lean'd<br>
+Against the cliff. &nbsp;E'en thus the blind and poor,<br>
+Near the confessionals, to crave an alms,<br>
+Stand, each his head upon his fellow's sunk,<br>
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+So most to stir compassion, not by sound<br>
+Of words alone, but that, which moves not less,<br>
+The sight of mis'ry. &nbsp;And as never beam<br>
+Of noonday visiteth the eyeless man,<br>
+E'en so was heav'n a niggard unto these<br>
+Of his fair light; for, through the orbs of all,<br>
+A thread of wire, impiercing, knits them up,<br>
+As for the taming of a haggard hawk.<br>
+<br>It were a wrong, methought, to pass and look<br>
+On others, yet myself the while unseen.<br>
+To my sage counsel therefore did I turn.<br>
+He knew the meaning of the mute appeal,<br>
+Nor waited for my questioning, but said:<br>
+"Speak; and be brief, be subtle in thy words."<br>
+<br>On that part of the cornice, whence no rim<br>
+Engarlands its steep fall, did Virgil come;<br>
+On the' other side me were the spirits, their cheeks<br>
+Bathing devout with penitential tears,<br>
+That through the dread impalement forc'd a way.<br>
+<br>I turn'd me to them, and "O shades!" said I,<br>
+<br>"Assur'd that to your eyes unveil'd shall shine<br>
+The lofty light, sole object of your wish,<br>
+So may heaven's grace clear whatsoe'er of foam<br>
+Floats turbid on the conscience, that thenceforth<br>
+The stream of mind roll limpid from its source,<br>
+As ye declare (for so shall ye impart<br>
+A boon I dearly prize) if any soul<br>
+Of Latium dwell among ye; and perchance<br>
+That soul may profit, if I learn so much."<br>
+<br>"My brother, we are each one citizens<br>
+Of one true city. &nbsp;Any thou wouldst say,<br>
+Who lived a stranger in Italia's land."<br>
+<br>So heard I answering, as appeal'd, a voice<br>
+That onward came some space from whence I stood.<br>
+<br>A spirit I noted, in whose look was mark'd<br>
+Expectance. &nbsp;Ask ye how? &nbsp;The chin was rais'd<br>
+As in one reft of sight. &nbsp;"Spirit," said I,<br>
+"Who for thy rise are tutoring (if thou be<br>
+That which didst answer to me,) or by place<br>
+Or name, disclose thyself, that I may know thee."<br>
+<br>"I was," it answer'd, "of Sienna: here<br>
+I cleanse away with these the evil life,<br>
+Soliciting with tears that He, who is,<br>
+Vouchsafe him to us. &nbsp;Though Sapia nam'd<br>
+In sapience I excell'd not, gladder far<br>
+Of others' hurt, than of the good befell me.<br>
+That thou mayst own I now deceive thee not,<br>
+Hear, if my folly were not as I speak it.<br>
+When now my years slop'd waning down the arch,<br>
+It so bechanc'd, my fellow citizens<br>
+Near Colle met their enemies in the field,<br>
+And I pray'd God to grant what He had will'd.<br>
+There were they vanquish'd, and betook themselves<br>
+Unto the bitter passages of flight.<br>
+I mark'd the hunt, and waxing out of bounds<br>
+In gladness, lifted up my shameless brow,<br>
+And like the merlin cheated by a gleam,<br>
+Cried, "It is over. &nbsp;Heav'n! I fear thee not."<br>
+Upon my verge of life I wish'd for peace<br>
+With God; nor repentance had supplied<br>
+What I did lack of duty, were it not<br>
+The hermit Piero, touch'd with charity,<br>
+In his devout orisons thought on me.<br>
+"But who art thou that question'st of our state,<br>
+Who go'st to my belief, with lids unclos'd,<br>
+And breathest in thy talk?"--"Mine eyes," said I,<br>
+"May yet be here ta'en from me; but not long;<br>
+For they have not offended grievously<br>
+With envious glances. &nbsp;But the woe beneath<br>
+Urges my soul with more exceeding dread.<br>
+That nether load already weighs me down."<br>
+<br>She thus: "Who then amongst us here aloft<br>
+Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?"<br>
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+<br>"He," answer'd I, "who standeth mute beside me.<br>
+I live: of me ask therefore, chosen spirit,<br>
+If thou desire I yonder yet should move<br>
+For thee my mortal feet."--"Oh!" she replied,<br>
+"This is so strange a thing, it is great sign<br>
+That God doth love thee. &nbsp;Therefore with thy prayer<br>
+Sometime assist me: and by that I crave,<br>
+Which most thou covetest, that if thy feet<br>
+E'er tread on Tuscan soil, thou save my fame<br>
+Amongst my kindred. &nbsp;Them shalt thou behold<br>
+With that vain multitude, who set their hope<br>
+On Telamone's haven, there to fail<br>
+Confounded, more shall when the fancied stream<br>
+They sought of Dian call'd: but they who lead<br>
+Their navies, more than ruin'd hopes shall mourn."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="14"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XIV</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>"Say who is he around our mountain winds,<br>
+Or ever death has prun'd his wing for flight,<br>
+That opes his eyes and covers them at will?"<br>
+<br>"I know not who he is, but know thus much<br>
+He comes not singly. &nbsp;Do thou ask of him,<br>
+For thou art nearer to him, and take heed<br>
+Accost him gently, so that he may speak."<br>
+<br>Thus on the right two Spirits bending each<br>
+Toward the other, talk'd of me, then both<br>
+Addressing me, their faces backward lean'd,<br>
+And thus the one began: "O soul, who yet<br>
+Pent in the body, tendest towards the sky!<br>
+For charity, we pray thee' comfort us,<br>
+Recounting whence thou com'st, and who thou art:<br>
+For thou dost make us at the favour shown thee<br>
+Marvel, as at a thing that ne'er hath been."<br>
+<br>"There stretches through the midst of Tuscany,"<br>
+I straight began: "a brooklet, whose well-head<br>
+Springs up in Falterona, with his race<br>
+Not satisfied, when he some hundred miles<br>
+Hath measur'd. &nbsp;From his banks bring, I this frame.<br>
+To tell you who I am were words misspent:<br>
+For yet my name scarce sounds on rumour's lip."<br>
+<br>"If well I do incorp'rate with my thought<br>
+The meaning of thy speech," said he, who first<br>
+Addrest me, "thou dost speak of Arno's wave."<br>
+<br>To whom the other: "Why hath he conceal'd<br>
+The title of that river, as a man<br>
+Doth of some horrible thing?" &nbsp;The spirit, who<br>
+Thereof was question'd, did acquit him thus:<br>
+"I know not: but 'tis fitting well the name<br>
+Should perish of that vale; for from the source<br>
+Where teems so plenteously the Alpine steep<br>
+Maim'd of Pelorus, (that doth scarcely pass<br>
+Beyond that limit,) even to the point<br>
+Whereunto ocean is restor'd, what heaven<br>
+Drains from th' exhaustless store for all earth's streams,<br>
+Throughout the space is virtue worried down,<br>
+As 'twere a snake, by all, for mortal foe,<br>
+Or through disastrous influence on the place,<br>
+Or else distortion of misguided wills,<br>
+That custom goads to evil: whence in those,<br>
+The dwellers in that miserable vale,<br>
+Nature is so transform'd, it seems as they<br>
+Had shar'd of Circe's feeding. &nbsp;'Midst brute swine,<br>
+Worthier of acorns than of other food<br>
+Created for man's use, he shapeth first<br>
+His obscure way; then, sloping onward, finds<br>
+Curs, snarlers more in spite than power, from whom<br>
+He turns with scorn aside: still journeying down,<br>
+By how much more the curst and luckless foss<br>
+Swells out to largeness, e'en so much it finds<br>
+Dogs turning into wolves. &nbsp;Descending still<br>
+Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets<br>
+A race of foxes, so replete with craft,<br>
+They do not fear that skill can master it.<br>
+Nor will I cease because my words are heard<br>
+By other ears than thine. &nbsp;It shall be well<br>
+For this man, if he keep in memory<br>
+What from no erring Spirit I reveal.<br>
+Lo! &nbsp;I behold thy grandson, that becomes<br>
+A hunter of those wolves, upon the shore<br>
+Of the fierce stream, and cows them all with dread:<br>
+Their flesh yet living sets he up to sale,<br>
+Then like an aged beast to slaughter dooms.<br>
+Many of life he reaves, himself of worth<br>
+And goodly estimation. &nbsp;Smear'd with gore<br>
+Mark how he issues from the rueful wood,<br>
+Leaving such havoc, that in thousand years<br>
+It spreads not to prime lustihood again."<br>
+<br>As one, who tidings hears of woe to come,<br>
+Changes his looks perturb'd, from whate'er part<br>
+The peril grasp him, so beheld I change<br>
+That spirit, who had turn'd to listen, struck<br>
+With sadness, soon as he had caught the word.<br>
+<br>His visage and the other's speech did raise<br>
+Desire in me to know the names of both,<br>
+whereof with meek entreaty I inquir'd.<br>
+<br>The shade, who late addrest me, thus resum'd:<br>
+"Thy wish imports that I vouchsafe to do<br>
+For thy sake what thou wilt not do for mine.<br>
+But since God's will is that so largely shine<br>
+His grace in thee, I will be liberal too.<br>
+Guido of Duca know then that I am.<br>
+Envy so parch'd my blood, that had I seen<br>
+A fellow man made joyous, thou hadst mark'd<br>
+A livid paleness overspread my cheek.<br>
+Such harvest reap I of the seed I sow'd.<br>
+O man, why place thy heart where there doth need<br>
+Exclusion of participants in good?<br>
+This is Rinieri's spirit, this the boast<br>
+And honour of the house of Calboli,<br>
+Where of his worth no heritage remains.<br>
+Nor his the only blood, that hath been stript<br>
+('twixt Po, the mount, the Reno, and the shore,)<br>
+Of all that truth or fancy asks for bliss;<br>
+But in those limits such a growth has sprung<br>
+Of rank and venom'd roots, as long would mock<br>
+Slow culture's toil. &nbsp;Where is good Lizio? &nbsp;where<br>
+Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna?<br>
+O bastard slips of old Romagna's line!<br>
+When in Bologna the low artisan,<br>
+And in Faenza yon Bernardin sprouts,<br>
+A gentle cyon from ignoble stem.<br>
+Wonder not, Tuscan, if thou see me weep,<br>
+When I recall to mind those once lov'd names,<br>
+Guido of Prata, and of Azzo him<br>
+That dwelt with you; Tignoso and his troop,<br>
+With Traversaro's house and Anastagio's,<br>
+(Each race disherited) and beside these,<br>
+The ladies and the knights, the toils and ease,<br>
+That witch'd us into love and courtesy;<br>
+Where now such malice reigns in recreant hearts.<br>
+O Brettinoro! &nbsp;wherefore tarriest still,<br>
+Since forth of thee thy family hath gone,<br>
+And many, hating evil, join'd their steps?<br>
+Well doeth he, that bids his lineage cease,<br>
+Bagnacavallo; Castracaro ill,<br>
+And Conio worse, who care to propagate<br>
+A race of Counties from such blood as theirs.<br>
+Well shall ye also do, Pagani, then<br>
+When from amongst you tries your demon child.<br>
+Not so, howe'er, that henceforth there remain<br>
+True proof of what ye were. &nbsp;O Hugolin!<br>
+Thou sprung of Fantolini's line! &nbsp;thy name<br>
+Is safe, since none is look'd for after thee<br>
+To cloud its lustre, warping from thy stock.<br>
+But, Tuscan, go thy ways; for now I take<br>
+Far more delight in weeping than in words.<br>
+Such pity for your sakes hath wrung my heart."<br>
+<br>We knew those gentle spirits at parting heard<br>
+Our steps. &nbsp;Their silence therefore of our way<br>
+Assur'd us. &nbsp;Soon as we had quitted them,<br>
+Advancing onward, lo! &nbsp;a voice that seem'd<br>
+Like vollied light'ning, when it rives the air,<br>
+Met us, and shouted, "Whosoever finds<br>
+Will slay me," then fled from us, as the bolt<br>
+Lanc'd sudden from a downward-rushing cloud.<br>
+When it had giv'n short truce unto our hearing,<br>
+Behold the other with a crash as loud<br>
+As the quick-following thunder: "Mark in me<br>
+Aglauros turn'd to rock." &nbsp;I at the sound<br>
+Retreating drew more closely to my guide.<br>
+<br>Now in mute stillness rested all the air:<br>
+And thus he spake: "There was the galling bit.<br>
+But your old enemy so baits his hook,<br>
+He drags you eager to him. &nbsp;Hence nor curb<br>
+Avails you, nor reclaiming call. &nbsp;Heav'n calls<br>
+And round about you wheeling courts your gaze<br>
+With everlasting beauties. &nbsp;Yet your eye<br>
+Turns with fond doting still upon the earth.<br>
+Therefore He smites you who discerneth all."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="15"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XV</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>As much as 'twixt the third hour's close and dawn,<br>
+Appeareth of heav'n's sphere, that ever whirls<br>
+As restless as an infant in his play,<br>
+So much appear'd remaining to the sun<br>
+Of his slope journey towards the western goal.<br>
+<br>Evening was there, and here the noon of night;<br>
+and full upon our forehead smote the beams.<br>
+For &nbsp;round the mountain, circling, so our path<br>
+Had led us, that toward the sun-set now<br>
+Direct we journey'd: when I felt a weight<br>
+Of more exceeding splendour, than before,<br>
+Press on my front. &nbsp;The cause unknown, amaze<br>
+Possess'd me, and both hands against my brow<br>
+Lifting, I interpos'd them, as a screen,<br>
+That of its gorgeous superflux of light<br>
+Clipp'd the diminish'd orb. As when the ray,<br>
+Striking On water or the surface clear<br>
+Of mirror, leaps unto the opposite part,<br>
+Ascending at a glance, e'en as it fell,<br>
+(And so much differs from the stone, that falls)<br>
+Through equal space, as practice skill hath shown;<br>
+Thus with refracted light before me seemed<br>
+The ground there smitten; whence in sudden haste<br>
+My sight recoil'd. &nbsp;"What is this, sire belov'd!<br>
+'Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?"<br>
+Cried I, "and which towards us moving seems?"<br>
+<br>"Marvel not, if the family of heav'n,"<br>
+He answer'd, "yet with dazzling radiance dim<br>
+Thy sense it is a messenger who comes,<br>
+Inviting man's ascent. &nbsp;Such sights ere long,<br>
+Not grievous, shall impart to thee delight,<br>
+As thy perception is by nature wrought<br>
+Up to their pitch." &nbsp;The blessed angel, soon<br>
+As we had reach'd him, hail'd us with glad voice:<br>
+"Here enter on a ladder far less steep<br>
+Than ye have yet encounter'd." &nbsp;We forthwith<br>
+Ascending, heard behind us chanted sweet,<br>
+"Blessed the merciful," and "happy thou!<br>
+That conquer'st." &nbsp;Lonely each, my guide and I<br>
+Pursued our upward way; and as we went,<br>
+Some profit from his words I hop'd to win,<br>
+And thus of him inquiring, fram'd my speech:<br>
+<br>"What meant Romagna's spirit, when he spake<br>
+Of bliss exclusive with no partner shar'd?"<br>
+<br>He straight replied: "No wonder, since he knows,<br>
+What sorrow waits on his own worst defect,<br>
+If he chide others, that they less may mourn.<br>
+Because ye point your wishes at a mark,<br>
+Where, by communion of possessors, part<br>
+Is lessen'd, envy bloweth up the sighs of men.<br>
+No fear of that might touch ye, if the love<br>
+Of higher sphere exalted your desire.<br>
+For there, by how much more they call it ours,<br>
+So much propriety of each in good<br>
+Increases more, and heighten'd charity<br>
+Wraps that fair cloister in a brighter flame."<br>
+<br>"Now lack I satisfaction more," said I,<br>
+"Than if thou hadst been silent at the first,<br>
+And doubt more gathers on my lab'ring thought.<br>
+How can it chance, that good distributed,<br>
+The many, that possess it, makes more rich,<br>
+Than if 't were shar'd by few?" &nbsp;He answering thus:<br>
+"Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth,<br>
+Strikes darkness from true light. &nbsp;The highest good<br>
+Unlimited, ineffable, doth so speed<br>
+To love, as beam to lucid body darts,<br>
+Giving as much of ardour as it finds.<br>
+The sempiternal effluence streams abroad<br>
+Spreading, wherever charity extends.<br>
+So that the more aspirants to that bliss<br>
+Are multiplied, more good is there to love,<br>
+And more is lov'd; as mirrors, that reflect,<br>
+Each unto other, propagated light.<br>
+If these my words avail not to allay<br>
+Thy thirsting, Beatrice thou shalt see,<br>
+Who of this want, and of all else thou hast,<br>
+Shall rid thee to the full. &nbsp;Provide but thou<br>
+That from thy temples may be soon eras'd,<br>
+E'en as the two already, those five scars,<br>
+That when they pain thee worst, then kindliest heal,"<br>
+<br>"Thou," I had said, "content'st me," when I saw<br>
+The other round was gain'd, and wond'ring eyes<br>
+Did keep me mute. &nbsp;There suddenly I seem'd<br>
+By an ecstatic vision wrapt away;<br>
+And in a temple saw, methought, a crowd<br>
+Of many persons; and at th' entrance stood<br>
+A dame, whose sweet demeanour did express<br>
+A mother's love, who said, "Child! &nbsp;why hast thou<br>
+Dealt with us thus? &nbsp;Behold thy sire and I<br>
+Sorrowing have sought thee;" and so held her peace,<br>
+And straight the vision fled. &nbsp;A female next<br>
+Appear'd before me, down whose visage cours'd<br>
+Those waters, that grief forces out from one<br>
+By deep resentment stung, who seem'd to say:<br>
+"If thou, Pisistratus, be lord indeed<br>
+Over this city, nam'd with such debate<br>
+Of adverse gods, and whence each science sparkles,<br>
+Avenge thee of those arms, whose bold embrace<br>
+Hath clasp'd our daughter; "and to fuel, meseem'd,<br>
+Benign and meek, with visage undisturb'd,<br>
+Her sovran spake: "How shall we those requite,<br>
+Who wish us evil, if we thus condemn<br>
+The man that loves us?" &nbsp;After that I saw<br>
+A multitude, in fury burning, slay<br>
+With stones a stripling youth, and shout amain<br>
+"Destroy, destroy!" and him I saw, who bow'd<br>
+Heavy with death unto the ground, yet made<br>
+His eyes, unfolded upward, gates to heav'n,<br>
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+Praying forgiveness of th' Almighty Sire,<br>
+Amidst that cruel conflict, on his foes,<br>
+With looks, that With compassion to their aim.<br>
+<br>Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight<br>
+Returning, sought again the things, whose truth<br>
+Depends not on her shaping, I observ'd<br>
+How she had rov'd to no unreal scenes<br>
+<br>Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov'd,<br>
+As one, who struggles to shake off his sleep,<br>
+Exclaim'd: "What ails thee, that thou canst not hold<br>
+Thy footing firm, but more than half a league<br>
+Hast travel'd with clos'd eyes and tott'ring gait,<br>
+Like to a man by wine or sleep o'ercharg'd?"<br>
+<br>"Beloved father! &nbsp;so thou deign," said I,<br>
+"To listen, I will tell thee what appear'd<br>
+Before me, when so fail'd my sinking steps."<br>
+<br>He thus: "Not if thy Countenance were mask'd<br>
+With hundred vizards, could a thought of thine<br>
+How small soe'er, elude me. &nbsp;What thou saw'st<br>
+Was shown, that freely thou mightst ope thy heart<br>
+To the waters of peace, that flow diffus'd<br>
+From their eternal fountain. &nbsp;I not ask'd,<br>
+What ails thee? &nbsp;for such cause as he doth, who<br>
+Looks only with that eye which sees no more,<br>
+When spiritless the body lies; but ask'd,<br>
+To give fresh vigour to thy foot. &nbsp;Such goads<br>
+The slow and loit'ring need; that they be found<br>
+Not wanting, when their hour of watch returns."<br>
+<br>So on we journey'd through the evening sky<br>
+Gazing intent, far onward, as our eyes<br>
+With level view could stretch against the bright<br>
+Vespertine ray: and lo! &nbsp;by slow degrees<br>
+Gath'ring, a fog made tow'rds us, dark as night.<br>
+There was no room for 'scaping; and that mist<br>
+Bereft us, both of sight and the pure air.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="16"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XVI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Hell's dunnest gloom, or night unlustrous, dark,<br>
+Of every planes 'reft, and pall'd in clouds,<br>
+Did never spread before the sight a veil<br>
+In thickness like that fog, nor to the sense<br>
+So palpable and gross. &nbsp;Ent'ring its shade,<br>
+Mine eye endured not with unclosed lids;<br>
+Which marking, near me drew the faithful guide,<br>
+Offering me his shoulder for a stay.<br>
+<br>As the blind man behind his leader walks,<br>
+Lest he should err, or stumble unawares<br>
+On what might harm him, or perhaps destroy,<br>
+I journey'd through that bitter air and foul,<br>
+Still list'ning to my escort's warning voice,<br>
+"Look that from me thou part not." &nbsp;Straight I heard<br>
+Voices, and each one seem'd to pray for peace,<br>
+And for compassion, to the Lamb of God<br>
+That taketh sins away. &nbsp;Their prelude still<br>
+Was "Agnus Dei," and through all the choir,<br>
+One voice, one measure ran, that perfect seem'd<br>
+The concord of their song. &nbsp;"Are these I hear<br>
+Spirits, O master?" &nbsp;I exclaim'd; and he:<br>
+"Thou aim'st aright: these loose the bonds of wrath."<br>
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+<br>"Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave?<br>
+And speak'st of us, as thou thyself e'en yet<br>
+Dividest time by calends?" &nbsp;So one voice<br>
+Bespake me; whence my master said: "Reply;<br>
+And ask, if upward hence the passage lead."<br>
+<br>"O being! &nbsp;who dost make thee pure, to stand<br>
+Beautiful once more in thy Maker's sight!<br>
+Along with me: and thou shalt hear and wonder."<br>
+Thus I, whereto the spirit answering spake:<br>
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+"Long as 't is lawful for me, shall my steps<br>
+Follow on thine; and since the cloudy smoke<br>
+Forbids the seeing, hearing in its stead<br>
+Shall keep us join'd." &nbsp;I then forthwith began<br>
+"Yet in my mortal swathing, I ascend<br>
+To higher regions, and am hither come<br>
+Through the fearful agony of hell.<br>
+And, if so largely God hath doled his grace,<br>
+That, clean beside all modern precedent,<br>
+He wills me to behold his kingly state,<br>
+From me conceal not who thou wast, ere death<br>
+Had loos'd thee; but instruct me: and instruct<br>
+If rightly to the pass I tend; thy words<br>
+The way directing as a safe escort."<br>
+<br>"I was of Lombardy, and Marco call'd:<br>
+Not inexperienc'd of the world, that worth<br>
+I still affected, from which all have turn'd<br>
+The nerveless bow aside. &nbsp;Thy course tends right<br>
+Unto the summit:" and, replying thus,<br>
+He added, "I beseech thee pray for me,<br>
+When thou shalt come aloft." &nbsp;And I to him:<br>
+"Accept my faith for pledge I will perform<br>
+What thou requirest. &nbsp;Yet one doubt remains,<br>
+That wrings me sorely, if I solve it not,<br>
+Singly before it urg'd me, doubled now<br>
+By thine opinion, when I couple that<br>
+With one elsewhere declar'd, each strength'ning other.<br>
+The world indeed is even so forlorn<br>
+Of all good as thou speak'st it and so swarms<br>
+With every evil. &nbsp;Yet, beseech thee, point<br>
+The cause out to me, that myself may see,<br>
+And unto others show it: for in heaven<br>
+One places it, and one on earth below."<br>
+<br>Then heaving forth a deep and audible sigh,<br>
+"Brother!" he thus began, "the world is blind;<br>
+And thou in truth com'st from it. &nbsp;Ye, who live,<br>
+Do so each cause refer to heav'n above,<br>
+E'en as its motion of necessity<br>
+Drew with it all that moves. &nbsp;If this were so,<br>
+Free choice in you were none; nor justice would<br>
+There should be joy for virtue, woe for ill.<br>
+Your movements have their primal bent from heaven;<br>
+Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues?<br>
+Light have ye still to follow evil or good,<br>
+And of the will free power, which, if it stand<br>
+Firm and unwearied in Heav'n's first assay,<br>
+Conquers at last, so it be cherish'd well,<br>
+Triumphant over all. &nbsp;To mightier force,<br>
+To better nature subject, ye abide<br>
+Free, not constrain'd by that, which forms in you<br>
+The reasoning mind uninfluenc'd of the stars.<br>
+If then the present race of mankind err,<br>
+Seek in yourselves the cause, and find it there.<br>
+Herein thou shalt confess me no false spy.<br>
+<br>"Forth from his plastic hand, who charm'd beholds<br>
+Her image ere she yet exist, the soul<br>
+Comes like a babe, that wantons sportively<br>
+Weeping and laughing in its wayward moods,<br>
+As artless and as ignorant of aught,<br>
+Save that her Maker being one who dwells<br>
+With gladness ever, willingly she turns<br>
+To whate'er yields her joy. &nbsp;Of some slight good<br>
+The flavour soon she tastes; and, snar'd by that,<br>
+With fondness she pursues it, if no guide<br>
+Recall, no rein direct her wand'ring course.<br>
+Hence it behov'd, the law should be a curb;<br>
+A sovereign hence behov'd, whose piercing view<br>
+Might mark at least the fortress and main tower<br>
+Of the true city. &nbsp;Laws indeed there are:<br>
+But who is he observes them? &nbsp;None; not he,<br>
+Who goes before, the shepherd of the flock,<br>
+Who chews the cud but doth not cleave the hoof.<br>
+Therefore the multitude, who see their guide<br>
+Strike at the very good they covet most,<br>
+Feed there and look no further. &nbsp;Thus the cause<br>
+Is not corrupted nature in yourselves,<br>
+But ill-conducting, that hath turn'd the world<br>
+To evil. &nbsp;Rome, that turn'd it unto good,<br>
+Was wont to boast two suns, whose several beams<br>
+Cast light on either way, the world's and God's.<br>
+One since hath quench'd the other; and the sword<br>
+Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoin'd<br>
+Each must perforce decline to worse, unaw'd<br>
+By fear of other. &nbsp;If thou doubt me, mark<br>
+The blade: each herb is judg'd of by its seed.<br>
+That land, through which Adice and the Po<br>
+Their waters roll, was once the residence<br>
+Of courtesy and velour, ere the day,<br>
+That frown'd on Frederick; now secure may pass<br>
+Those limits, whosoe'er hath left, for shame,<br>
+To talk with good men, or come near their haunts.<br>
+Three aged ones are still found there, in whom<br>
+The old time chides the new: these deem it long<br>
+Ere God restore them to a better world:<br>
+The good Gherardo, of Palazzo he<br>
+Conrad, and Guido of Castello, nam'd<br>
+In Gallic phrase more fitly the plain Lombard.<br>
+On this at last conclude. &nbsp;The church of Rome,<br>
+Mixing two governments that ill assort,<br>
+Hath miss'd her footing, fall'n into the mire,<br>
+And there herself and burden much defil'd."<br>
+<br>"O Marco!" I replied, shine arguments<br>
+Convince me: and the cause I now discern<br>
+Why of the heritage no portion came<br>
+To Levi's offspring. &nbsp;But resolve me this<br>
+Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst<br>
+Is left a sample of the perish'd race,<br>
+And for rebuke to this untoward age?"<br>
+<br>"Either thy words," said he, "deceive; or else<br>
+Are meant to try me; that thou, speaking Tuscan,<br>
+Appear'st not to have heard of good Gherado;<br>
+The sole addition that, by which I know him;<br>
+Unless I borrow'd from his daughter Gaia<br>
+Another name to grace him. &nbsp;God be with you.<br>
+I bear you company no more. &nbsp;Behold<br>
+The dawn with white ray glimm'ring through the mist.<br>
+I must away--the angel comes--ere he<br>
+Appear." &nbsp;He said, and would not hear me more.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="17"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XVII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Call to remembrance, reader, if thou e'er<br>
+Hast, on a mountain top, been ta'en by cloud,<br>
+Through which thou saw'st no better, than the mole<br>
+Doth through opacous membrane; then, whene'er<br>
+The wat'ry vapours dense began to melt<br>
+Into thin air, how faintly the sun's sphere<br>
+Seem'd wading through them; so thy nimble thought<br>
+May image, how at first I re-beheld<br>
+The sun, that bedward now his couch o'erhung.<br>
+<br>Thus with my leader's feet still equaling pace<br>
+From forth that cloud I came, when now expir'd<br>
+The parting beams from off the nether shores.<br>
+<br>O quick and forgetive power! &nbsp;that sometimes dost<br>
+So rob us of ourselves, we take no mark<br>
+Though round about us thousand trumpets clang!<br>
+What moves thee, if the senses stir not? &nbsp;Light<br>
+Kindled in heav'n, spontaneous, self-inform'd,<br>
+Or likelier gliding down with swift illapse<br>
+By will divine. &nbsp;Portray'd before me came<br>
+The traces of her dire impiety,<br>
+Whose form was chang'd into the bird, that most<br>
+Delights itself in song: and here my mind<br>
+Was inwardly so wrapt, it gave no place<br>
+To aught that ask'd admittance from without.<br>
+<br>Next shower'd into my fantasy a shape<br>
+As of one crucified, whose visage spake<br>
+Fell rancour, malice deep, wherein he died;<br>
+And round him Ahasuerus the great king,<br>
+Esther his bride, and Mordecai the just,<br>
+Blameless in word and deed. &nbsp;As of itself<br>
+That unsubstantial coinage of the brain<br>
+Burst, like a bubble, Which the water fails<br>
+That fed it; in my vision straight uprose<br>
+A damsel weeping loud, and cried, "O queen!<br>
+O mother! &nbsp;wherefore has intemperate ire<br>
+Driv'n thee to loath thy being? &nbsp;Not to lose<br>
+Lavinia, desp'rate thou hast slain thyself.<br>
+Now hast thou lost me. &nbsp;I am she, whose tears<br>
+Mourn, ere I fall, a mother's timeless end."<br>
+<br>E'en as a sleep breaks off, if suddenly<br>
+New radiance strike upon the closed lids,<br>
+The broken slumber quivering ere it dies;<br>
+Thus from before me sunk that imagery<br>
+Vanishing, soon as on my face there struck<br>
+The light, outshining far our earthly beam.<br>
+As round I turn'd me to survey what place<br>
+I had arriv'd at, "Here ye mount," exclaim'd<br>
+A voice, that other purpose left me none,<br>
+Save will so eager to behold who spake,<br>
+I could not choose but gaze. &nbsp;As 'fore the sun,<br>
+That weighs our vision down, and veils his form<br>
+In light transcendent, thus my virtue fail'd<br>
+Unequal. &nbsp;"This is Spirit from above,<br>
+Who marshals us our upward way, unsought;<br>
+And in his own light shrouds him. As a man<br>
+Doth for himself, so now is done for us.<br>
+For whoso waits imploring, yet sees need<br>
+Of his prompt aidance, sets himself prepar'd<br>
+For blunt denial, ere the suit be made.<br>
+Refuse we not to lend a ready foot<br>
+At such inviting: haste we to ascend,<br>
+Before it darken: for we may not then,<br>
+Till morn again return." &nbsp;So spake my guide;<br>
+And to one ladder both address'd our steps;<br>
+And the first stair approaching, I perceiv'd<br>
+Near me as 'twere the waving of a wing,<br>
+That fann'd my face and whisper'd: "Blessed they<br>
+The peacemakers: they know not evil wrath."<br>
+<br>Now to such height above our heads were rais'd<br>
+The last beams, follow'd close by hooded night,<br>
+That many a star on all sides through the gloom<br>
+Shone out. &nbsp;"Why partest from me, O my strength?"<br>
+So with myself I commun'd; for I felt<br>
+My o'ertoil'd sinews slacken. &nbsp;We had reach'd<br>
+The summit, and were fix'd like to a bark<br>
+Arriv'd at land. &nbsp;And waiting a short space,<br>
+If aught should meet mine ear in that new round,<br>
+Then to my guide I turn'd, and said: "Lov'd sire!<br>
+Declare what guilt is on this circle purg'd.<br>
+If our feet rest, no need thy speech should pause."<br>
+<br>He thus to me: "The love of good, whate'er<br>
+Wanted of just proportion, here fulfils.<br>
+Here plies afresh the oar, that loiter'd ill.<br>
+But that thou mayst yet clearlier understand,<br>
+Give ear unto my words, and thou shalt cull<br>
+Some fruit may please thee well, from this delay.<br>
+<br>"Creator, nor created being, ne'er,<br>
+My son," he thus began, "was without love,<br>
+Or natural, or the free spirit's growth.<br>
+Thou hast not that to learn. &nbsp;The natural still<br>
+Is without error; but the other swerves,<br>
+If on ill object bent, or through excess<br>
+Of vigour, or defect. &nbsp;While e'er it seeks<br>
+The primal blessings, or with measure due<br>
+Th' inferior, no delight, that flows from it,<br>
+Partakes of ill. &nbsp;But let it warp to evil,<br>
+Or with more ardour than behooves, or less.<br>
+Pursue the good, the thing created then<br>
+Works 'gainst its Maker. &nbsp;Hence thou must infer<br>
+That love is germin of each virtue in ye,<br>
+And of each act no less, that merits pain.<br>
+Now since it may not be, but love intend<br>
+The welfare mainly of the thing it loves,<br>
+All from self-hatred are secure; and since<br>
+No being can be thought t' exist apart<br>
+And independent of the first, a bar<br>
+Of equal force restrains from hating that.<br>
+<br>"Grant the distinction just; and it remains<br>
+The' evil must be another's, which is lov'd.<br>
+Three ways such love is gender'd in your clay.<br>
+There is who hopes (his neighbour's worth deprest,)<br>
+Preeminence himself, and coverts hence<br>
+For his own greatness that another fall.<br>
+There is who so much fears the loss of power,<br>
+Fame, favour, glory (should his fellow mount<br>
+Above him), and so sickens at the thought,<br>
+He loves their opposite: and there is he,<br>
+Whom wrong or insult seems to gall and shame<br>
+That he doth thirst for vengeance, and such needs<br>
+Must doat on other's evil. &nbsp;Here beneath<br>
+This threefold love is mourn'd. &nbsp;Of th' other sort<br>
+Be now instructed, that which follows good<br>
+But with disorder'd and irregular course.<br>
+<br>"All indistinctly apprehend a bliss<br>
+On which the soul may rest, the hearts of all<br>
+Yearn after it, and to that wished bourn<br>
+All therefore strive to tend. &nbsp;If ye behold<br>
+Or seek it with a love remiss and lax,<br>
+This cornice after just repenting lays<br>
+Its penal torment on ye. &nbsp;Other good<br>
+There is, where man finds not his happiness:<br>
+It is not true fruition, not that blest<br>
+Essence, of every good the branch and root.<br>
+The love too lavishly bestow'd on this,<br>
+Along three circles over us, is mourn'd.<br>
+Account of that division tripartite<br>
+Expect not, fitter for thine own research."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="18"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XVIII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>The teacher ended, and his high discourse<br>
+Concluding, earnest in my looks inquir'd<br>
+If I appear'd content; and I, whom still<br>
+Unsated thirst to hear him urg'd, was mute,<br>
+Mute outwardly, yet inwardly I said:<br>
+"Perchance my too much questioning offends."<br>
+But he, true father, mark'd the secret wish<br>
+By diffidence restrain'd, and speaking, gave<br>
+Me boldness thus to speak: "Master, my Sight<br>
+Gathers so lively virtue from thy beams,<br>
+That all, thy words convey, distinct is seen.<br>
+Wherefore I pray thee, father, whom this heart<br>
+Holds dearest! &nbsp;thou wouldst deign by proof t' unfold<br>
+That love, from which as from their source thou bring'st<br>
+All good deeds and their opposite." &nbsp;He then:<br>
+"To what I now disclose be thy clear ken<br>
+Directed, and thou plainly shalt behold<br>
+How much those blind have err'd, who make themselves<br>
+The guides of men. &nbsp;The soul, created apt<br>
+To love, moves versatile which way soe'er<br>
+Aught pleasing prompts her, soon as she is wak'd<br>
+By pleasure into act. &nbsp;Of substance true<br>
+Your apprehension forms its counterfeit,<br>
+And in you the ideal shape presenting<br>
+Attracts the soul's regard. &nbsp;If she, thus drawn,<br>
+incline toward it, love is that inclining,<br>
+And a new nature knit by pleasure in ye.<br>
+Then as the fire points up, and mounting seeks<br>
+His birth-place and his lasting seat, e'en thus<br>
+Enters the captive soul into desire,<br>
+Which is a spiritual motion, that ne'er rests<br>
+Before enjoyment of the thing it loves.<br>
+Enough to show thee, how the truth from those<br>
+Is hidden, who aver all love a thing<br>
+Praise-worthy in itself: although perhaps<br>
+Its substance seem still good. &nbsp;Yet if the wax<br>
+Be good, it follows not th' impression must."<br>
+"What love is," I return'd, "thy words, O guide!<br>
+And my own docile mind, reveal. &nbsp;Yet thence<br>
+New doubts have sprung. &nbsp;For from without if love<br>
+Be offer'd to us, and the spirit knows<br>
+No other footing, tend she right or wrong,<br>
+Is no desert of hers." &nbsp;He answering thus:<br>
+"What reason here discovers I have power<br>
+To show thee: that which lies beyond, expect<br>
+From Beatrice, faith not reason's task.<br>
+Spirit, substantial form, with matter join'd<br>
+Not in confusion mix'd, hath in itself<br>
+Specific virtue of that union born,<br>
+Which is not felt except it work, nor prov'd<br>
+But through effect, as vegetable life<br>
+By the green leaf. &nbsp;From whence his intellect<br>
+Deduced its primal notices of things,<br>
+Man therefore knows not, or his appetites<br>
+Their first affections; such in you, as zeal<br>
+In bees to gather honey; at the first,<br>
+Volition, meriting nor blame nor praise.<br>
+But o'er each lower faculty supreme,<br>
+That as she list are summon'd to her bar,<br>
+Ye have that virtue in you, whose just voice<br>
+Uttereth counsel, and whose word should keep<br>
+The threshold of assent. &nbsp;Here is the source,<br>
+Whence cause of merit in you is deriv'd,<br>
+E'en as the affections good or ill she takes,<br>
+Or severs, winnow'd as the chaff. &nbsp;Those men<br>
+Who reas'ning went to depth profoundest, mark'd<br>
+That innate freedom, and were thence induc'd<br>
+To leave their moral teaching to the world.<br>
+Grant then, that from necessity arise<br>
+All love that glows within you; to dismiss<br>
+Or harbour it, the pow'r is in yourselves.<br>
+Remember, Beatrice, in her style,<br>
+Denominates free choice by eminence<br>
+The noble virtue, if in talk with thee<br>
+She touch upon that theme." &nbsp;The moon, well nigh<br>
+To midnight hour belated, made the stars<br>
+Appear to wink and fade; and her broad disk<br>
+Seem'd like a crag on fire, as up the vault<br>
+That course she journey'd, which the sun then warms,<br>
+When they of Rome behold him at his set.<br>
+Betwixt Sardinia and the Corsic isle.<br>
+And now the weight, that hung upon my thought,<br>
+Was lighten'd by the aid of that clear spirit,<br>
+Who raiseth Andes above Mantua's name.<br>
+I therefore, when my questions had obtain'd<br>
+Solution plain and ample, stood as one<br>
+Musing in dreary slumber; but not long<br>
+Slumber'd; for suddenly a multitude,<br>
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+The steep already turning, from behind,<br>
+Rush'd on. &nbsp;With fury and like random rout,<br>
+As echoing on their shores at midnight heard<br>
+Ismenus and Asopus, for his Thebes<br>
+If Bacchus' help were needed; so came these<br>
+Tumultuous, curving each his rapid step,<br>
+By eagerness impell'd of holy love.<br>
+<br>Soon they o'ertook us; with such swiftness mov'd<br>
+The mighty crowd. &nbsp;Two spirits at their head<br>
+Cried weeping; "Blessed Mary sought with haste<br>
+The hilly region. &nbsp;Caesar to subdue<br>
+Ilerda, darted in Marseilles his sting,<br>
+And flew to Spain."--"Oh tarry not: away;"<br>
+The others shouted; "let not time be lost<br>
+Through slackness of affection. &nbsp;Hearty zeal<br>
+To serve reanimates celestial grace."<br>
+<br>"O ye, in whom intenser fervency<br>
+Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail'd,<br>
+Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part<br>
+Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives,<br>
+(Credit my tale, though strange) desires t' ascend,<br>
+So morning rise to light us. &nbsp;Therefore say<br>
+Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?"<br>
+<br>So spake my guide, to whom a shade return'd:<br>
+"Come after us, and thou shalt find the cleft.<br>
+We may not linger: such resistless will<br>
+Speeds our unwearied course. &nbsp;Vouchsafe us then<br>
+Thy pardon, if our duty seem to thee<br>
+Discourteous rudeness. &nbsp;In Verona I<br>
+Was abbot of San Zeno, when the hand<br>
+Of Barbarossa grasp'd Imperial sway,<br>
+That name, ne'er utter'd without tears in Milan.<br>
+And there is he, hath one foot in his grave,<br>
+Who for that monastery ere long shall weep,<br>
+Ruing his power misus'd: for that his son,<br>
+Of body ill compact, and worse in mind,<br>
+And born in evil, he hath set in place<br>
+Of its true pastor." &nbsp;Whether more he spake,<br>
+Or here was mute, I know not: he had sped<br>
+E'en now so far beyond us. &nbsp;Yet thus much<br>
+I heard, and in rememb'rance treasur'd it.<br>
+<br>He then, who never fail'd me at my need,<br>
+Cried, "Hither turn. &nbsp;Lo! &nbsp;two with sharp remorse<br>
+Chiding their sin!" &nbsp;In rear of all the troop<br>
+These shouted: "First they died, to whom the sea<br>
+Open'd, or ever Jordan saw his heirs:<br>
+And they, who with Aeneas to the end<br>
+Endur'd not suffering, for their portion chose<br>
+Life without glory." &nbsp;Soon as they had fled<br>
+Past reach of sight, new thought within me rose<br>
+By others follow'd fast, and each unlike<br>
+Its fellow: till led on from thought to thought,<br>
+And pleasur'd with the fleeting train, mine eye<br>
+Was clos'd, and meditation chang'd to dream.</p>
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+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
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+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Part 4</h3>
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+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
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+<a href="#19">Canto 19</a><br>
+<a href="#20">Canto 20</a><br>
+<a href="#21">Canto 21</a><br>
+<a href="#22">Canto 22</a><br>
+<a href="#23">Canto 23</a><br>
+<a href="#24">Canto 24</a><br>
+<a href="#25">Canto 25</a><br>
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+<h2>CANTO XIX</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>It was the hour, when of diurnal heat<br>
+No reliques chafe the cold beams of the moon,<br>
+O'erpower'd by earth, or planetary sway<br>
+Of Saturn; and the geomancer sees<br>
+His Greater Fortune up the east ascend,<br>
+Where gray dawn checkers first the shadowy cone;<br>
+When 'fore me in my dream a woman's shape<br>
+There came, with lips that stammer'd, eyes aslant,<br>
+Distorted feet, hands maim'd, and colour pale.<br>
+<br>I look'd upon her; and as sunshine cheers<br>
+Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look<br>
+Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form<br>
+Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face<br>
+With love's own hue illum'd. Recov'ring speech<br>
+She forthwith warbling such a strain began,<br>
+That I, how loth soe'er, could scarce have held<br>
+Attention from the song. &nbsp;"I," thus she sang,<br>
+"I am the Siren, she, whom mariners<br>
+On the wide sea are wilder'd when they hear:<br>
+Such fulness of delight the list'ner feels.<br>
+I from his course Ulysses by my lay<br>
+Enchanted drew. &nbsp;Whoe'er frequents me once<br>
+Parts seldom; so I charm him, and his heart<br>
+Contented knows no void." &nbsp;Or ere her mouth<br>
+Was clos'd, to shame her at her side appear'd<br>
+A dame of semblance holy. &nbsp;With stern voice<br>
+She utter'd; "Say, O Virgil, who is this?"<br>
+Which hearing, he approach'd, with eyes still bent<br>
+Toward that goodly presence: th' other seiz'd her,<br>
+And, her robes tearing, open'd her before,<br>
+And show'd the belly to me, whence a smell,<br>
+Exhaling loathsome, wak'd me. &nbsp;Round I turn'd<br>
+Mine eyes, and thus the teacher: "At the least<br>
+Three times my voice hath call'd thee. &nbsp;Rise, begone.<br>
+Let us the opening find where thou mayst pass."<br>
+<br>I straightway rose. &nbsp;Now day, pour'd down from high,<br>
+Fill'd all the circuits of the sacred mount;<br>
+And, as we journey'd, on our shoulder smote<br>
+The early ray. &nbsp;I follow'd, stooping low<br>
+My forehead, as a man, o'ercharg'd with thought,<br>
+Who bends him to the likeness of an arch,<br>
+That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,<br>
+"Come, enter here," in tone so soft and mild,<br>
+As never met the ear on mortal strand.<br>
+<br>With swan-like wings dispread and pointing up,<br>
+Who thus had spoken marshal'd us along,<br>
+Where each side of the solid masonry<br>
+The sloping, walls retir'd; then mov'd his plumes,<br>
+And fanning us, affirm'd that those, who mourn,<br>
+Are blessed, for that comfort shall be theirs.<br>
+<br>"What aileth thee, that still thou look'st to earth?"<br>
+Began my leader; while th' angelic shape<br>
+A little over us his station took.<br>
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+<br>"New vision," I replied, "hath rais'd in me<br>
+Surmizings strange and anxious doubts, whereon<br>
+My soul intent allows no other thought<br>
+Or room or entrance."&mdash;"Hast thou seen," said he,<br>
+"That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone<br>
+The spirits o'er us weep for? &nbsp;Hast thou seen<br>
+How man may free him of her bonds? &nbsp;Enough.<br>
+Let thy heels spurn the earth, and thy rais'd ken<br>
+Fix on the lure, which heav'n's eternal King<br>
+Whirls in the rolling spheres." &nbsp;As on his feet<br>
+The falcon first looks down, then to the sky<br>
+Turns, and forth stretches eager for the food,<br>
+That woos him thither; so the call I heard,<br>
+So onward, far as the dividing rock<br>
+Gave way, I journey'd, till the plain was reach'd.<br>
+<br>On the fifth circle when I stood at large,<br>
+A race appear'd before me, on the ground<br>
+All downward lying prone and weeping sore.<br>
+"My soul hath cleaved to the dust," I heard<br>
+With sighs so deep, they well nigh choak'd the words.<br>
+"O ye elect of God, whose penal woes<br>
+Both hope and justice mitigate, direct<br>
+Tow'rds the steep rising our uncertain way."<br>
+<br>"If ye approach secure from this our doom,<br>
+Prostration&mdash;and would urge your course with speed,<br>
+See that ye still to rightward keep the brink."<br>
+<br>So them the bard besought; and such the words,<br>
+Beyond us some short space, in answer came.<br>
+<br>I noted what remain'd yet hidden from them:<br>
+Thence to my liege's eyes mine eyes I bent,<br>
+And he, forthwith interpreting their suit,<br>
+Beckon'd his glad assent. Free then to act,<br>
+As pleas'd me, I drew near, and took my stand<br>
+O`er that shade, whose words I late had mark'd.<br>
+And, "Spirit!" &nbsp;I said, "in whom repentant tears<br>
+Mature that blessed hour, when thou with God<br>
+Shalt find acceptance, for a while suspend<br>
+For me that mightier care. &nbsp;Say who thou wast,<br>
+Why thus ye grovel on your bellies prone,<br>
+And if in aught ye wish my service there,<br>
+Whence living I am come." &nbsp;He answering spake<br>
+"The cause why Heav'n our back toward his cope<br>
+Reverses, shalt thou know: but me know first<br>
+The successor of Peter, and the name<br>
+And title of my lineage from that stream,<br>
+That' twixt Chiaveri and Siestri draws<br>
+His limpid waters through the lowly glen.<br>
+A month and little more by proof I learnt,<br>
+With what a weight that robe of sov'reignty<br>
+Upon his shoulder rests, who from the mire<br>
+Would guard it: that each other fardel seems<br>
+But feathers in the balance. &nbsp;Late, alas!<br>
+Was my conversion: but when I became<br>
+Rome's pastor, I discern'd at once the dream<br>
+And cozenage of life, saw that the heart<br>
+Rested not there, and yet no prouder height<br>
+Lur'd on the climber: wherefore, of that life<br>
+No more enamour'd, in my bosom love<br>
+Of purer being kindled. &nbsp;For till then<br>
+I was a soul in misery, alienate<br>
+From God, and covetous of all earthly things;<br>
+Now, as thou seest, here punish'd for my doting.<br>
+Such cleansing from the taint of avarice<br>
+Do spirits converted need. &nbsp;This mount inflicts<br>
+No direr penalty. &nbsp;E'en as our eyes<br>
+Fasten'd below, nor e'er to loftier clime<br>
+Were lifted, thus hath justice level'd us<br>
+Here on the earth. &nbsp;As avarice quench'd our love<br>
+Of good, without which is no working, thus<br>
+Here justice holds us prison'd, hand and foot<br>
+Chain'd down and bound, while heaven's just Lord shall please.<br>
+So long to tarry motionless outstretch'd."<br>
+<br>My knees I stoop'd, and would have spoke; but he,<br>
+Ere my beginning, by his ear perceiv'd<br>
+I did him reverence; and "What cause," said he,<br>
+"Hath bow'd thee thus!"&mdash;"Compunction," I rejoin'd.<br>
+"And inward awe of your high dignity."<br>
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+<br>"Up," he exclaim'd, "brother! upon thy feet<br>
+Arise: err not: thy fellow servant I,<br>
+(Thine and all others') of one Sovran Power.<br>
+If thou hast ever mark'd those holy sounds<br>
+Of gospel truth, 'nor shall be given ill marriage,'<br>
+Thou mayst discern the reasons of my speech.<br>
+Go thy ways now; and linger here no more.<br>
+Thy tarrying is a let unto the tears,<br>
+With which I hasten that whereof thou spak'st.<br>
+I have on earth a kinswoman; her name<br>
+Alagia, worthy in herself, so ill<br>
+Example of our house corrupt her not:<br>
+And she is all remaineth of me there."</p>
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+<h2>CANTO XX</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Ill strives the will, 'gainst will more wise that strives<br>
+His pleasure therefore to mine own preferr'd,<br>
+I drew the sponge yet thirsty from the wave.<br>
+<br>Onward I mov'd: he also onward mov'd,<br>
+Who led me, coasting still, wherever place<br>
+Along the rock was vacant, as a man<br>
+Walks near the battlements on narrow wall.<br>
+For those on th' other part, who drop by drop<br>
+Wring out their all-infecting malady,<br>
+Too closely press the verge. &nbsp;Accurst be thou!<br>
+Inveterate wolf! whose gorge ingluts more prey,<br>
+Than every beast beside, yet is not fill'd!<br>
+So bottomless thy maw!&mdash;Ye spheres of heaven!<br>
+To whom there are, as seems, who attribute<br>
+All change in mortal state, when is the day<br>
+Of his appearing, for whom fate reserves<br>
+To chase her hence? &nbsp;&mdash;With wary steps and slow<br>
+We pass'd; and I attentive to the shades,<br>
+Whom piteously I heard lament and wail;<br>
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+And, 'midst the wailing, one before us heard<br>
+Cry out "O blessed Virgin!" &nbsp;as a dame<br>
+In the sharp pangs of childbed; and "How poor<br>
+Thou wast," it added, "witness that low roof<br>
+Where thou didst lay thy sacred burden down.<br>
+O good Fabricius! thou didst virtue choose<br>
+With poverty, before great wealth with vice."<br>
+<br>The words so pleas'd me, that desire to know<br>
+The spirit, from whose lip they seem'd to come,<br>
+Did draw me onward. &nbsp;Yet it spake the gift<br>
+Of Nicholas, which on the maidens he<br>
+Bounteous bestow'd, to save their youthful prime<br>
+Unblemish'd. &nbsp;"Spirit! who dost speak of deeds<br>
+So worthy, tell me who thou was," I said,<br>
+"And why thou dost with single voice renew<br>
+Memorial of such praise. That boon vouchsaf'd<br>
+Haply shall meet reward; if I return<br>
+To finish the Short pilgrimage of life,<br>
+Still speeding to its close on restless wing."<br>
+<br>"I," answer'd he, "will tell thee, not for hell,<br>
+Which thence I look for; but that in thyself<br>
+Grace so exceeding shines, before thy time<br>
+Of mortal dissolution. &nbsp;I was root<br>
+Of that ill plant, whose shade such poison sheds<br>
+O'er all the Christian land, that seldom thence<br>
+Good fruit is gather'd. &nbsp;Vengeance soon should come,<br>
+Had Ghent and Douay, Lille and Bruges power;<br>
+And vengeance I of heav'n's great Judge implore.<br>
+Hugh Capet was I high: from me descend<br>
+The Philips and the Louis, of whom France<br>
+Newly is govern'd; born of one, who ply'd<br>
+The slaughterer's trade at Paris. &nbsp;When the race<br>
+Of ancient kings had vanish'd (all save one<br>
+Wrapt up in sable weeds) within my gripe<br>
+I found the reins of empire, and such powers<br>
+Of new acquirement, with full store of friends,<br>
+That soon the widow'd circlet of the crown<br>
+Was girt upon the temples of my son,<br>
+He, from whose bones th' anointed race begins.<br>
+Till the great dower of Provence had remov'd<br>
+The stains, that yet obscur'd our lowly blood,<br>
+Its sway indeed was narrow, but howe'er<br>
+It wrought no evil: there, with force and lies,<br>
+Began its rapine; after, for amends,<br>
+Poitou it seiz'd, Navarre and Gascony.<br>
+To Italy came Charles, and for amends<br>
+Young Conradine an innocent victim slew,<br>
+And sent th' angelic teacher back to heav'n,<br>
+Still for amends. &nbsp;I see the time at hand,<br>
+That forth from France invites another Charles<br>
+To make himself and kindred better known.<br>
+Unarm'd he issues, saving with that lance,<br>
+Which the arch-traitor tilted with; and that<br>
+He carries with so home a thrust, as rives<br>
+The bowels of poor Florence. &nbsp;No increase<br>
+Of territory hence, but sin and shame<br>
+Shall be his guerdon, and so much the more<br>
+As he more lightly deems of such foul wrong.<br>
+I see the other, who a prisoner late<br>
+Had steps on shore, exposing to the mart<br>
+His daughter, whom he bargains for, as do<br>
+The Corsairs for their slaves. &nbsp;O avarice!<br>
+What canst thou more, who hast subdued our blood<br>
+So wholly to thyself, they feel no care<br>
+Of their own flesh? &nbsp;To hide with direr guilt<br>
+Past ill and future, &nbsp;lo! the flower-de-luce<br>
+Enters Alagna! in his Vicar Christ<br>
+Himself a captive, and his mockery<br>
+Acted again! Lo! lo his holy lip<br>
+The vinegar and gall once more applied!<br>
+And he 'twixt living robbers doom'd to bleed!<br>
+Lo! the new Pilate, of whose cruelty<br>
+Such violence cannot fill the measure up,<br>
+With no degree to sanction, pushes on<br>
+Into the temple his yet eager sails!<br>
+<br>"O sovran Master! when shall I rejoice<br>
+To see the vengeance, which thy wrath well-pleas'd<br>
+In secret silence broods?&mdash;While daylight lasts,<br>
+So long what thou didst hear of her, sole spouse<br>
+Of the Great Spirit, and on which thou turn'dst<br>
+To me for comment, is the general theme<br>
+Of all our prayers: but when it darkens, then<br>
+A different strain we utter, then record<br>
+Pygmalion, whom his gluttonous thirst of gold<br>
+Made traitor, robber, parricide: the woes<br>
+Of Midas, which his greedy wish ensued,<br>
+Mark'd for derision to all future times:<br>
+And the fond Achan, how he stole the prey,<br>
+That yet he seems by Joshua's ire pursued.<br>
+Sapphira with her husband next, we blame;<br>
+And praise the forefeet, that with furious ramp<br>
+Spurn'd Heliodorus. &nbsp;All the mountain round<br>
+Rings with the infamy of Thracia's king,<br>
+Who slew his Phrygian charge: and last a shout<br>
+Ascends: "Declare, O Crassus! for thou know'st,<br>
+The flavour of thy gold." &nbsp;The voice of each<br>
+Now high now low, as each his impulse prompts,<br>
+Is led through many a pitch, acute or grave.<br>
+Therefore, not singly, I erewhile rehears'd<br>
+That blessedness we tell of in the day:<br>
+But near me none beside his accent rais'd."<br>
+<br>From him we now had parted, and essay'd<br>
+With utmost efforts to surmount the way,<br>
+When I did feel, as nodding to its fall,<br>
+The mountain tremble; whence an icy chill<br>
+Seiz'd on me, as on one to death convey'd.<br>
+So shook not Delos, when Latona there<br>
+Couch'd to bring forth the twin-born eyes of heaven.<br>
+<br>Forthwith from every side a shout arose<br>
+So vehement, that suddenly my guide<br>
+Drew near, and cried: "Doubt not, while I conduct thee."<br>
+"Glory!" all shouted (such the sounds mine ear<br>
+Gather'd from those, who near me swell'd the sounds)<br>
+"Glory in the highest be to God." &nbsp;We stood<br>
+Immovably suspended, like to those,<br>
+The shepherds, who first heard in Bethlehem's field<br>
+That song: till ceas'd the trembling, and the song<br>
+Was ended: then our hallow'd path resum'd,<br>
+Eying the prostrate shadows, who renew'd<br>
+Their custom'd mourning. &nbsp;Never in my breast<br>
+Did ignorance so struggle with desire<br>
+Of knowledge, if my memory do not err,<br>
+As in that moment; nor through haste dar'd I<br>
+To question, nor myself could aught discern,<br>
+So on I far'd in thoughtfulness and dread.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="21"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>The natural thirst, ne'er quench'd but from the well,<br>
+Whereof the woman of Samaria crav'd,<br>
+Excited: haste along the cumber'd path,<br>
+After my guide, impell'd; and pity mov'd<br>
+My bosom for the 'vengeful deed, though just.<br>
+When lo! even as Luke relates, that Christ<br>
+Appear'd unto the two upon their way,<br>
+New-risen from his vaulted grave; to us<br>
+A shade appear'd, and after us approach'd,<br>
+Contemplating the crowd beneath its feet.<br>
+We were not ware of it; so first it spake,<br>
+Saying, "God give you peace, my brethren!" then<br>
+Sudden we turn'd: and Virgil such salute,<br>
+As fitted that kind greeting, gave, and cried:<br>
+"Peace in the blessed council be thy lot<br>
+Awarded by that righteous court, which me<br>
+To everlasting banishment exiles!"<br>
+<br>"How!" he exclaim'd, nor from his speed meanwhile<br>
+Desisting, "If that ye be spirits, whom God<br>
+Vouchsafes not room above, who up the height<br>
+Has been thus far your guide?" &nbsp;To whom the bard:<br>
+"If thou observe the tokens, which this man<br>
+Trac'd by the finger of the angel bears,<br>
+'Tis plain that in the kingdom of the just<br>
+He needs must share. &nbsp;But sithence she, whose wheel<br>
+Spins day and night, for him not yet had drawn<br>
+That yarn, which, on the fatal distaff pil'd,<br>
+Clotho apportions to each wight that breathes,<br>
+His soul, that sister is to mine and thine,<br>
+Not of herself could mount, for not like ours<br>
+Her ken: whence I, from forth the ample gulf<br>
+Of hell was ta'en, to lead him, and will lead<br>
+Far as my lore avails. &nbsp;But, if thou know,<br>
+Instruct us for what cause, the mount erewhile<br>
+Thus shook and trembled: wherefore all at once<br>
+Seem'd shouting, even from his wave-wash'd foot."<br>
+<br>That questioning so tallied with my wish,<br>
+The thirst did feel abatement of its edge<br>
+E'en from expectance. &nbsp;He forthwith replied,<br>
+"In its devotion nought irregular<br>
+This mount can witness, or by punctual rule<br>
+Unsanction'd; here from every change exempt.<br>
+Other than that, which heaven in itself<br>
+Doth of itself receive, no influence<br>
+Can reach us. &nbsp;Tempest none, shower, hail or snow,<br>
+Hoar frost or dewy moistness, higher falls<br>
+Than that brief scale of threefold steps: thick clouds<br>
+Nor scudding rack are ever seen: swift glance<br>
+Ne'er lightens, nor Thaumantian Iris gleams,<br>
+That yonder often shift on each side heav'n.<br>
+Vapour adust doth never mount above<br>
+The highest of the trinal stairs, whereon<br>
+Peter's vicegerent stands. &nbsp;Lower perchance,<br>
+With various motion rock'd, trembles the soil:<br>
+But here, through wind in earth's deep hollow pent,<br>
+I know not how, yet never trembled: then<br>
+Trembles, when any spirit feels itself<br>
+So purified, that it may rise, or move<br>
+For rising, and such loud acclaim ensues.<br>
+Purification by the will alone<br>
+Is prov'd, that free to change society<br>
+Seizes the soul rejoicing in her will.<br>
+Desire of bliss is present from the first;<br>
+But strong propension hinders, to that wish<br>
+By the just ordinance of heav'n oppos'd;<br>
+Propension now as eager to fulfil<br>
+Th' allotted torment, as erewhile to sin.<br>
+And I who in this punishment had lain<br>
+Five hundred years and more, but now have felt<br>
+Free wish for happier clime. &nbsp;Therefore thou felt'st<br>
+The mountain tremble, and the spirits devout<br>
+Heard'st, over all his limits, utter praise<br>
+To that liege Lord, whom I entreat their joy<br>
+To hasten." &nbsp;Thus he spake: and since the draught<br>
+Is grateful ever as the thirst is keen,<br>
+No words may speak my fullness of content.<br>
+<br>"Now," said the instructor sage, "I see the net<br>
+That takes ye here, and how the toils are loos'd,<br>
+Why rocks the mountain and why ye rejoice.<br>
+Vouchsafe, that from thy lips I next may learn,<br>
+Who on the earth thou wast, and wherefore here<br>
+So many an age wert prostrate."&mdash;"In that time,<br>
+When the good Titus, with Heav'n's King to help,<br>
+Aveng'd those piteous gashes, whence the blood<br>
+By Judas sold did issue, with the name<br>
+Most lasting and most honour'd there was I<br>
+Abundantly renown'd," the shade reply'd,<br>
+"Not yet with faith endued. &nbsp;So passing sweet<br>
+My vocal Spirit, from Tolosa, Rome<br>
+To herself drew me, where I merited<br>
+A myrtle garland to inwreathe my brow.<br>
+Statius they name me still. &nbsp;Of Thebes I sang,<br>
+And next of great Achilles: but i' th' way<br>
+Fell with the second burthen. &nbsp;Of my flame<br>
+Those sparkles were the seeds, which I deriv'd<br>
+From the bright fountain of celestial fire<br>
+That feeds unnumber'd lamps, the song I mean<br>
+Which sounds Aeneas' wand'rings: that the breast<br>
+I hung at, that the nurse, from whom my veins<br>
+Drank inspiration: whose authority<br>
+Was ever sacred with me. &nbsp;To have liv'd<br>
+Coeval with the Mantuan, I would bide<br>
+The revolution of another sun<br>
+Beyond my stated years in banishment."<br>
+<br>The Mantuan, when he heard him, turn'd to me,<br>
+And holding silence: by his countenance<br>
+Enjoin'd me silence but the power which wills,<br>
+Bears not supreme control: laughter and tears<br>
+Follow so closely on the passion prompts them,<br>
+They wait not for the motions of the will<br>
+In natures most sincere. &nbsp;I did but smile,<br>
+As one who winks; and thereupon the shade<br>
+Broke off, and peer'd into mine eyes, where best<br>
+Our looks interpret. "So to good event<br>
+Mayst thou conduct such great emprize," he cried,<br>
+"Say, why across thy visage beam'd, but now,<br>
+The lightning of a smile!" &nbsp;On either part<br>
+Now am I straiten'd; one conjures me speak,<br>
+Th' other to silence binds me: whence a sigh<br>
+I utter, and the sigh is heard. &nbsp;"Speak on;"<br>
+The teacher cried; "and do not fear to speak,<br>
+But tell him what so earnestly he asks."<br>
+Whereon I thus: "Perchance, O ancient spirit!<br>
+Thou marvel'st at my smiling. There is room<br>
+For yet more wonder. &nbsp;He who guides my ken<br>
+On high, he is that Mantuan, led by whom<br>
+Thou didst presume of men and gods to sing.<br>
+If other cause thou deem'dst for which I smil'd,<br>
+Leave it as not the true one; and believe<br>
+Those words, thou spak'st of him, indeed the cause."<br>
+<br>Now down he bent t' embrace my teacher's feet;<br>
+But he forbade him: "Brother! do it not:<br>
+Thou art a shadow, and behold'st a shade."<br>
+He rising answer'd thus: "Now hast thou prov'd<br>
+The force and ardour of the love I bear thee,<br>
+When I forget we are but things of air,<br>
+And as a substance treat an empty shade."</p>
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+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now we had left the angel, who had turn'd<br>
+To the sixth circle our ascending step,<br>
+One gash from off my forehead raz'd: while they,<br>
+Whose wishes tend to justice, shouted forth:<br>
+"Blessed!" &nbsp;and ended with, "I thirst:" and I,<br>
+More nimble than along the other straits,<br>
+So journey'd, that, without the sense of toil,<br>
+I follow'd upward the swift-footed shades;<br>
+When Virgil thus began: "Let its pure flame<br>
+From virtue flow, and love can never fail<br>
+To warm another's bosom' so the light<br>
+Shine manifestly forth. &nbsp;Hence from that hour,<br>
+When 'mongst us in the purlieus of the deep,<br>
+Came down the spirit of Aquinum's hard,<br>
+Who told of thine affection, my good will<br>
+Hath been for thee of quality as strong<br>
+As ever link'd itself to one not seen.<br>
+Therefore these stairs will now seem short to me.<br>
+But tell me: and if too secure I loose<br>
+The rein with a friend's license, as a friend<br>
+Forgive me, and speak now as with a friend:<br>
+How chanc'd it covetous desire could find<br>
+Place in that bosom, 'midst such ample store<br>
+Of wisdom, as thy zeal had treasur'd there?"<br>
+<br>First somewhat mov'd to laughter by his words,<br>
+Statius replied: "Each syllable of thine<br>
+Is a dear pledge of love. &nbsp;Things oft appear<br>
+That minister false matters to our doubts,<br>
+When their true causes are remov'd from sight.<br>
+Thy question doth assure me, thou believ'st<br>
+I was on earth a covetous man, perhaps<br>
+Because thou found'st me in that circle plac'd.<br>
+Know then I was too wide of avarice:<br>
+And e'en for that excess, thousands of moons<br>
+Have wax'd and wan'd upon my sufferings.<br>
+And were it not that I with heedful care<br>
+Noted where thou exclaim'st as if in ire<br>
+With human nature, 'Why, thou cursed thirst<br>
+Of gold! dost not with juster measure guide<br>
+The appetite of mortals?' &nbsp;I had met<br>
+The fierce encounter of the voluble rock.<br>
+Then was I ware that with too ample wing<br>
+The hands may haste to lavishment, and turn'd,<br>
+As from my other evil, so from this<br>
+In penitence. &nbsp;How many from their grave<br>
+Shall with shorn locks arise, who living, aye<br>
+And at life's last extreme, of this offence,<br>
+Through ignorance, did not repent. &nbsp;And know,<br>
+The fault which lies direct from any sin<br>
+In level opposition, here With that<br>
+Wastes its green rankness on one common heap.<br>
+Therefore if I have been with those, who wail<br>
+Their avarice, to cleanse me, through reverse<br>
+Of their transgression, such hath been my lot."<br>
+<br>To whom the sovran of the pastoral song:<br>
+"While thou didst sing that cruel warfare wag'd<br>
+By the twin sorrow of Jocasta's womb,<br>
+From thy discourse with Clio there, it seems<br>
+As faith had not been shine: without the which<br>
+Good deeds suffice not. &nbsp;And if so, what sun<br>
+Rose on thee, or what candle pierc'd the dark<br>
+That thou didst after see to hoist the sail,<br>
+And follow, where the fisherman had led?"<br>
+<br>He answering thus: "By thee conducted first,<br>
+I enter'd the Parnassian grots, and quaff'd<br>
+Of the clear spring; illumin'd first by thee<br>
+Open'd mine eyes to God. &nbsp;Thou didst, as one,<br>
+Who, journeying through the darkness, hears a light<br>
+Behind, that profits not himself, but makes<br>
+His followers wise, when thou exclaimedst, 'Lo!<br>
+A renovated world! &nbsp;Justice return'd!<br>
+Times of primeval innocence restor'd!<br>
+And a new race descended from above!'<br>
+Poet and Christian both to thee I owed.<br>
+That thou mayst mark more clearly what I trace,<br>
+My hand shall stretch forth to inform the lines<br>
+With livelier colouring. &nbsp;Soon o'er all the world,<br>
+By messengers from heav'n, the true belief<br>
+Teem'd now prolific, and that word of thine<br>
+Accordant, to the new instructors chim'd.<br>
+Induc'd by which agreement, I was wont<br>
+Resort to them; and soon their sanctity<br>
+So won upon me, that, Domitian's rage<br>
+Pursuing them, I mix'd my tears with theirs,<br>
+And, while on earth I stay'd, still succour'd them;<br>
+And their most righteous customs made me scorn<br>
+All sects besides. &nbsp;Before I led the Greeks<br>
+In tuneful fiction, to the streams of Thebes,<br>
+I was baptiz'd; but secretly, through fear,<br>
+Remain'd a Christian, and conform'd long time<br>
+To Pagan rites. &nbsp;Five centuries and more,<br>
+T for that lukewarmness was fain to pace<br>
+Round the fourth circle. &nbsp;Thou then, who hast rais'd<br>
+The covering, which did hide such blessing from me,<br>
+Whilst much of this ascent is yet to climb,<br>
+Say, if thou know, where our old Terence bides,<br>
+Caecilius, Plautus, Varro: if condemn'd<br>
+They dwell, and in what province of the deep."<br>
+"These," said my guide, "with Persius and myself,<br>
+And others many more, are with that Greek,<br>
+Of mortals, the most cherish'd by the Nine,<br>
+In the first ward of darkness. &nbsp;There ofttimes<br>
+We of that mount hold converse, on whose top<br>
+For aye our nurses live. &nbsp;We have the bard<br>
+Of Pella, and the Teian, Agatho,<br>
+Simonides, and many a Grecian else<br>
+Ingarlanded with laurel. &nbsp;Of thy train<br>
+Antigone is there, Deiphile,<br>
+Argia, and as sorrowful as erst<br>
+Ismene, and who show'd Langia's wave:<br>
+Deidamia with her sisters there,<br>
+And blind Tiresias' daughter, and the bride<br>
+Sea-born of Peleus." &nbsp;Either poet now<br>
+Was silent, and no longer by th' ascent<br>
+Or the steep walls obstructed, round them cast<br>
+Inquiring eyes. &nbsp;Four handmaids of the day<br>
+Had finish'd now their office, and the fifth<br>
+Was at the chariot-beam, directing still<br>
+Its balmy point aloof, when thus my guide:<br>
+"Methinks, it well behooves us to the brink<br>
+Bend the right shoulder' circuiting the mount,<br>
+As we have ever us'd." &nbsp;So custom there<br>
+Was usher to the road, the which we chose<br>
+Less doubtful, as that worthy shade complied.<br>
+<br>They on before me went; I sole pursued,<br>
+List'ning their speech, that to my thoughts convey'd<br>
+Mysterious lessons of sweet poesy.<br>
+But soon they ceas'd; for midway of the road<br>
+A tree we found, with goodly fruitage hung,<br>
+And pleasant to the smell: and as a fir<br>
+Upward from bough to bough less ample spreads,<br>
+So downward this less ample spread, that none.<br>
+Methinks, aloft may climb. &nbsp;Upon the side,<br>
+That clos'd our path, a liquid crystal fell<br>
+From the steep rock, and through the sprays above<br>
+Stream'd showering. &nbsp;With associate step the bards<br>
+Drew near the plant; and from amidst the leaves<br>
+A voice was heard: "Ye shall be chary of me;"<br>
+And after added: "Mary took more thought<br>
+For joy and honour of the nuptial feast,<br>
+Than for herself who answers now for you.<br>
+The women of old Rome were satisfied<br>
+With water for their beverage. &nbsp;Daniel fed<br>
+On pulse, and wisdom gain'd. &nbsp;The primal age<br>
+Was beautiful as gold; and hunger then<br>
+Made acorns tasteful, thirst each rivulet<br>
+Run nectar. &nbsp;Honey and locusts were the food,<br>
+Whereon the Baptist in the wilderness<br>
+Fed, and that eminence of glory reach'd<br>
+And greatness, which the' Evangelist records."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="23"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXIII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>On the green leaf mine eyes were fix'd, like his<br>
+Who throws away his days in idle chase<br>
+Of the diminutive, when thus I heard<br>
+The more than father warn me: "Son! our time<br>
+Asks thriftier using. &nbsp;Linger not: away."<br>
+<br>Thereat my face and steps at once I turn'd<br>
+Toward the sages, by whose converse cheer'd<br>
+I journey'd on, and felt no toil: and lo!<br>
+A sound of weeping and a song: "My lips,<br>
+O Lord!" and these so mingled, it gave birth<br>
+To pleasure and to pain. &nbsp;"O Sire, belov'd!<br>
+Say what is this I hear?" &nbsp;Thus I inquir'd.<br>
+<br>"Spirits," said he, "who as they go, perchance,<br>
+Their debt of duty pay." &nbsp;As on their road<br>
+The thoughtful pilgrims, overtaking some<br>
+Not known unto them, turn to them, and look,<br>
+But stay not; thus, approaching from behind<br>
+With speedier motion, eyed us, as they pass'd,<br>
+A crowd of spirits, silent and devout.<br>
+The eyes of each were dark and hollow: pale<br>
+Their visage, and so lean withal, the bones<br>
+Stood staring thro' the skin. &nbsp;I do not think<br>
+Thus dry and meagre Erisicthon show'd,<br>
+When pinc'ed by sharp-set famine to the quick.<br>
+<br>"Lo!" to myself I mus'd, "the race, who lost<br>
+Jerusalem, when Mary with dire beak<br>
+Prey'd on her child." &nbsp;The sockets seem'd as rings,<br>
+From which the gems were drops. &nbsp;Who reads the name<br>
+Of man upon his forehead, there the M<br>
+Had trac'd most plainly. &nbsp;Who would deem, that scent<br>
+Of water and an apple, could have prov'd<br>
+Powerful to generate such pining want,<br>
+Not knowing how it wrought? &nbsp;While now I stood<br>
+Wond'ring what thus could waste them (for the cause<br>
+Of their gaunt hollowness and scaly rind<br>
+Appear'd not) lo! a spirit turn'd his eyes<br>
+In their deep-sunken cell, and fasten'd then<br>
+On me, then cried with vehemence aloud:<br>
+"What grace is this vouchsaf'd me?" &nbsp;By his looks<br>
+I ne'er had recogniz'd him: but the voice<br>
+Brought to my knowledge what his cheer conceal'd.<br>
+Remembrance of his alter'd lineaments<br>
+Was kindled from that spark; and I agniz'd<br>
+The visage of Forese. &nbsp;"Ah! respect<br>
+This wan and leprous wither'd skin," thus he<br>
+Suppliant implor'd, "this macerated flesh.<br>
+Speak to me truly of thyself. &nbsp;And who<br>
+Are those twain spirits, that escort thee there?<br>
+Be it not said thou Scorn'st to talk with me."<br>
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+<br>"That face of thine," I answer'd him, "which dead<br>
+I once bewail'd, disposes me not less<br>
+For weeping, when I see It thus transform'd.<br>
+Say then, by Heav'n, what blasts ye thus? &nbsp;The whilst<br>
+I wonder, ask not Speech from me: unapt<br>
+Is he to speak, whom other will employs."<br>
+<br>He thus: "The water and tee plant we pass'd,<br>
+Virtue possesses, by th' eternal will<br>
+Infus'd, the which so pines me. &nbsp;Every spirit,<br>
+Whose song bewails his gluttony indulg'd<br>
+Too grossly, here in hunger and in thirst<br>
+Is purified. &nbsp;The odour, which the fruit,<br>
+And spray, that showers upon the verdure, breathe,<br>
+Inflames us with desire to feed and drink.<br>
+Nor once alone encompassing our route<br>
+We come to add fresh fuel to the pain:<br>
+Pain, said I? &nbsp;solace rather: for that will<br>
+To the tree leads us, by which Christ was led<br>
+To call Elias, joyful when he paid<br>
+Our ransom from his vein." &nbsp;I answering thus:<br>
+"Forese! from that day, in which the world<br>
+For better life thou changedst, not five years<br>
+Have circled. &nbsp;If the power of sinning more<br>
+Were first concluded in thee, ere thou knew'st<br>
+That kindly grief, which re-espouses us<br>
+To God, how hither art thou come so soon?<br>
+I thought to find thee lower, there, where time<br>
+Is recompense for time." &nbsp;He straight replied:<br>
+"To drink up the sweet wormwood of affliction<br>
+I have been brought thus early by the tears<br>
+Stream'd down my Nella's cheeks. &nbsp;Her prayers devout,<br>
+Her sighs have drawn me from the coast, where oft<br>
+Expectance lingers, and have set me free<br>
+From th' other circles. &nbsp;In the sight of God<br>
+So much the dearer is my widow priz'd,<br>
+She whom I lov'd so fondly, as she ranks<br>
+More singly eminent for virtuous deeds.<br>
+The tract most barb'rous of Sardinia's isle,<br>
+Hath dames more chaste and modester by far<br>
+Than that wherein I left her. &nbsp;O sweet brother!<br>
+What wouldst thou have me say? &nbsp;A time to come<br>
+Stands full within my view, to which this hour<br>
+Shall not be counted of an ancient date,<br>
+When from the pulpit shall be loudly warn'd<br>
+Th' unblushing dames of Florence, lest they bare<br>
+Unkerchief'd bosoms to the common gaze.<br>
+What savage women hath the world e'er seen,<br>
+What Saracens, for whom there needed scourge<br>
+Of spiritual or other discipline,<br>
+To force them walk with cov'ring on their limbs!<br>
+But did they see, the shameless ones, that Heav'n<br>
+Wafts on swift wing toward them, while I speak,<br>
+Their mouths were op'd for howling: they shall taste<br>
+Of Borrow (unless foresight cheat me here)<br>
+Or ere the cheek of him be cloth'd with down<br>
+Who is now rock'd with lullaby asleep.<br>
+Ah! now, my brother, hide thyself no more,<br>
+Thou seest how not I alone but all<br>
+Gaze, where thou veil'st the intercepted sun."<br>
+<br>Whence I replied: "If thou recall to mind<br>
+What we were once together, even yet<br>
+Remembrance of those days may grieve thee sore.<br>
+That I forsook that life, was due to him<br>
+Who there precedes me, some few evenings past,<br>
+When she was round, who shines with sister lamp<br>
+To his, that glisters yonder," and I show'd<br>
+The sun. &nbsp;"Tis he, who through profoundest night<br>
+Of he true dead has brought me, with this flesh<br>
+As true, that follows. &nbsp;From that gloom the aid<br>
+Of his sure comfort drew me on to climb,<br>
+And climbing wind along this mountain-steep,<br>
+Which rectifies in you whate'er the world<br>
+Made crooked and deprav'd I have his word,<br>
+That he will bear me company as far<br>
+As till I come where Beatrice dwells:<br>
+But there must leave me. &nbsp;Virgil is that spirit,<br>
+Who thus hath promis'd," &nbsp;and I pointed to him;<br>
+"The other is that shade, for whom so late<br>
+Your realm, as he arose, exulting shook<br>
+Through every pendent cliff and rocky bound."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="24"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXIV</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Our journey was not slacken'd by our talk,<br>
+Nor yet our talk by journeying. &nbsp;Still we spake,<br>
+And urg'd our travel stoutly, like a ship<br>
+When the wind sits astern. &nbsp;The shadowy forms,<br>
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+That seem'd things dead and dead again, drew in<br>
+At their deep-delved orbs rare wonder of me,<br>
+Perceiving I had life; and I my words<br>
+Continued, and thus spake; "He journeys up<br>
+Perhaps more tardily then else he would,<br>
+For others' sake. &nbsp;But tell me, if thou know'st,<br>
+Where is Piccarda? &nbsp;Tell me, if I see<br>
+Any of mark, among this multitude,<br>
+Who eye me thus."&mdash;"My sister (she for whom,<br>
+'Twixt beautiful and good I cannot say<br>
+Which name was fitter ) wears e'en now her crown,<br>
+And triumphs in Olympus." &nbsp;Saying this,<br>
+He added: "Since spare diet hath so worn<br>
+Our semblance out, 't is lawful here to name<br>
+Each one. &nbsp;This," and his finger then he rais'd,<br>
+"Is Buonaggiuna,&mdash;Buonaggiuna, he<br>
+Of Lucca: and that face beyond him, pierc'd<br>
+Unto a leaner fineness than the rest,<br>
+Had keeping of the church: he was of Tours,<br>
+And purges by wan abstinence away<br>
+Bolsena's eels and cups of muscadel."<br>
+<br>He show'd me many others, one by one,<br>
+And all, as they were nam'd, seem'd well content;<br>
+For no dark gesture I discern'd in any.<br>
+I saw through hunger Ubaldino grind<br>
+His teeth on emptiness; and Boniface,<br>
+That wav'd the crozier o'er a num'rous flock.<br>
+I saw the Marquis, who tad time erewhile<br>
+To swill at Forli with less drought, yet so<br>
+Was one ne'er sated. &nbsp;I howe'er, like him,<br>
+That gazing 'midst a crowd, singles out one,<br>
+So singled him of Lucca; for methought<br>
+Was none amongst them took such note of me.<br>
+Somewhat I heard him whisper of Gentucca:<br>
+The sound was indistinct, and murmur'd there,<br>
+Where justice, that so strips them, fix'd her sting.<br>
+<br>"Spirit!" said I, "it seems as thou wouldst fain<br>
+Speak with me. &nbsp;Let me hear thee. &nbsp;Mutual wish<br>
+To converse prompts, which let us both indulge."<br>
+<br>He, answ'ring, straight began: "Woman is born,<br>
+Whose brow no wimple shades yet, that shall make<br>
+My city please thee, blame it as they may.<br>
+Go then with this forewarning. &nbsp;If aught false<br>
+My whisper too implied, th' event shall tell<br>
+But say, if of a &nbsp;truth I see the man<br>
+Of that new lay th' inventor, which begins<br>
+With 'Ladies, ye that con the lore of love'."<br>
+<br>To whom I thus: "Count of me but as one<br>
+Who am the scribe of love; that, when he breathes,<br>
+Take up my pen, and, as he dictates, write."<br>
+<br>"Brother!" said he, "the hind'rance which once held<br>
+The notary with Guittone and myself,<br>
+Short of that new and sweeter style I hear,<br>
+Is now disclos'd. &nbsp;I see how ye your plumes<br>
+Stretch, as th' inditer guides them; which, no question,<br>
+Ours did not. &nbsp;He that seeks a grace beyond,<br>
+Sees not the distance parts one style from other."<br>
+And, as contented, here he held his peace.<br>
+<br>Like as the bird, that winter near the Nile,<br>
+In squared regiment direct their course,<br>
+Then stretch themselves in file for speedier flight;<br>
+Thus all the tribe of spirits, as they turn'd<br>
+Their visage, faster deaf, nimble alike<br>
+Through leanness and desire. &nbsp;And as a man,<br>
+Tir'd With the motion of a trotting steed,<br>
+Slacks pace, and stays behind his company,<br>
+Till his o'erbreathed lungs keep temperate time;<br>
+E'en so Forese let that holy crew<br>
+Proceed, behind them lingering at my side,<br>
+And saying: "When shall I again behold thee?"<br>
+<br>"How long my life may last," said I, "I know not;<br>
+This know, how soon soever I return,<br>
+My wishes will before me have arriv'd.<br>
+Sithence the place, where I am set to live,<br>
+Is, day by day, more scoop'd of all its good,<br>
+And dismal ruin seems to threaten it."<br>
+<br>"Go now," he cried: "lo! he, whose guilt is most,<br>
+Passes before my vision, dragg'd at heels<br>
+Of an infuriate beast. &nbsp;Toward the vale,<br>
+Where guilt hath no redemption, on it speeds,<br>
+Each step increasing swiftness on the last;<br>
+Until a blow it strikes, that leaveth him<br>
+A corse most vilely shatter'd. &nbsp;No long space<br>
+Those wheels have yet to roll" &nbsp;(therewith his eyes<br>
+Look'd up to heav'n) "ere thou shalt plainly see<br>
+That which my words may not more plainly tell.<br>
+I quit thee: time is precious here: I lose<br>
+Too much, thus measuring my pace with shine."<br>
+<br>As from a troop of well-rank'd chivalry<br>
+One knight, more enterprising than the rest,<br>
+Pricks forth at gallop, eager to display<br>
+His prowess in the first encounter prov'd<br>
+So parted he from us with lengthen'd strides,<br>
+And left me on the way with those twain spirits,<br>
+Who were such mighty marshals of the world.<br>
+<br>When he beyond us had so fled mine eyes<br>
+No nearer reach'd him, than my thought his words,<br>
+The branches of another fruit, thick hung,<br>
+And blooming fresh, appear'd. &nbsp;E'en as our steps<br>
+Turn'd thither, not far off it rose to view.<br>
+Beneath it were a multitude, that rais'd<br>
+Their hands, and shouted forth I know not What<br>
+Unto the boughs; like greedy and fond brats,<br>
+That beg, and answer none obtain from him,<br>
+Of whom they beg; but more to draw them on,<br>
+He at arm's length the object of their wish<br>
+Above them holds aloft, and hides it not.<br>
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+<br>At length, as undeceiv'd they went their way:<br>
+And we approach the tree, who vows and tears<br>
+Sue to in vain, the mighty tree. &nbsp;"Pass on,<br>
+And come not near. &nbsp;Stands higher up the wood,<br>
+Whereof Eve tasted, and from it was ta'en<br>
+'this plant." Such sounds from midst the thickets came.<br>
+Whence I, with either bard, close to the side<br>
+That rose, pass'd forth beyond. &nbsp;"Remember," next<br>
+We heard, "those noblest creatures of the clouds,<br>
+How they their twofold bosoms overgorg'd<br>
+Oppos'd in fight to Theseus: call to mind<br>
+The Hebrews, how effeminate they stoop'd<br>
+To ease their thirst; whence Gideon's ranks were thinn'd,<br>
+As he to Midian march'd adown the hills."<br>
+<br>Thus near one border coasting, still we heard<br>
+The sins of gluttony, with woe erewhile<br>
+Reguerdon'd. &nbsp;Then along the lonely path,<br>
+Once more at large, full thousand paces on<br>
+We travel'd, each contemplative and mute.<br>
+<br>"Why pensive journey thus ye three alone?"<br>
+Thus suddenly a voice exclaim'd: whereat<br>
+I shook, as doth a scar'd and paltry beast;<br>
+Then rais'd my head to look from whence it came.<br>
+<br>Was ne'er, in furnace, glass, or metal seen<br>
+So bright and glowing red, as was the shape<br>
+I now beheld. &nbsp;"If ye desire to mount,"<br>
+He cried, "here must ye turn. &nbsp;This way he goes,<br>
+Who goes in quest of peace." &nbsp;His countenance<br>
+Had dazzled me; and to my guides I fac'd<br>
+Backward, like one who walks, as sound directs.<br>
+<br>As when, to harbinger the dawn, springs up<br>
+On freshen'd wing the air of May, and breathes<br>
+Of fragrance, all impregn'd with herb and flowers,<br>
+E'en such a wind I felt upon my front<br>
+Blow gently, and the moving of a wing<br>
+Perceiv'd, that moving shed ambrosial smell;<br>
+And then a voice: "Blessed are they, whom grace<br>
+Doth so illume, that appetite in them<br>
+Exhaleth no inordinate desire,<br>
+Still hung'ring as the rule of temperance wills."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="25"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXV</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>It was an hour, when he who climbs, had need<br>
+To walk uncrippled: for the sun had now<br>
+To Taurus the meridian circle left,<br>
+And to the Scorpion left the night. &nbsp;As one<br>
+That makes no pause, but presses on his road,<br>
+Whate'er betide him, if some urgent need<br>
+Impel: so enter'd we upon our way,<br>
+One before other; for, but singly, none<br>
+That steep and narrow scale admits to climb.<br>
+<br>E'en as the young stork lifteth up his wing<br>
+Through wish to fly, yet ventures not to quit<br>
+The nest, and drops it; so in me desire<br>
+Of questioning my guide arose, and fell,<br>
+Arriving even to the act, that marks<br>
+A man prepar'd for speech. &nbsp;Him all our haste<br>
+Restrain'd not, but thus spake the sire belov'd:<br>
+"Fear not to speed the shaft, that on thy lip<br>
+Stands trembling for its flight." &nbsp;Encourag'd thus<br>
+I straight began: "How there can leanness come,<br>
+Where is no want of nourishment to feed?"<br>
+<br>"If thou," he answer'd, "hadst remember'd thee,<br>
+How Meleager with the wasting brand<br>
+Wasted alike, by equal fires consum'd,<br>
+This would not trouble thee: and hadst thou thought,<br>
+How in the mirror your reflected form<br>
+With mimic motion vibrates, what now seems<br>
+Hard, had appear'd no harder than the pulp<br>
+Of summer fruit mature. &nbsp;But that thy will<br>
+In certainty may find its full repose,<br>
+Lo Statius here! on him I call, and pray<br>
+That he would now be healer of thy wound."<br>
+<br>"If in thy presence I unfold to him<br>
+The secrets of heaven's vengeance, let me plead<br>
+Thine own injunction, to exculpate me."<br>
+So Statius answer'd, and forthwith began:<br>
+"Attend my words, O son, and in thy mind<br>
+Receive them: so shall they be light to clear<br>
+The doubt thou offer'st. Blood, concocted well,<br>
+Which by the thirsty veins is ne'er imbib'd,<br>
+And rests as food superfluous, to be ta'en<br>
+From the replenish'd table, in the heart<br>
+Derives effectual virtue, that informs<br>
+The several human limbs, as being that,<br>
+Which passes through the veins itself to make them.<br>
+Yet more concocted it descends, where shame<br>
+Forbids to mention: and from thence distils<br>
+In natural vessel on another's blood.<br>
+Then each unite together, one dispos'd<br>
+T' endure, to act the other, through meet frame<br>
+Of its recipient mould: that being reach'd,<br>
+It 'gins to work, coagulating first;<br>
+Then vivifies what its own substance caus'd<br>
+To bear. &nbsp;With animation now indued,<br>
+The active virtue (differing from a plant<br>
+No further, than that this is on the way<br>
+And at its limit that) continues yet<br>
+To operate, that now it moves, and feels,<br>
+As sea sponge clinging to the rock: and there<br>
+Assumes th' organic powers its seed convey'd.<br>
+'This is the period, son! at which the virtue,<br>
+That from the generating heart proceeds,<br>
+Is pliant and expansive; for each limb<br>
+Is in the heart by forgeful nature plann'd.<br>
+How babe of animal becomes, remains<br>
+For thy consid'ring. &nbsp;At this point, more wise,<br>
+Than thou hast err'd, making the soul disjoin'd<br>
+From passive intellect, because he saw<br>
+No organ for the latter's use assign'd.<br>
+<br>"Open thy bosom to the truth that comes.<br>
+Know soon as in the embryo, to the brain,<br>
+Articulation is complete, then turns<br>
+The primal Mover with a smile of joy<br>
+On such great work of nature, and imbreathes<br>
+New spirit replete with virtue, that what here<br>
+Active it finds, to its own substance draws,<br>
+And forms an individual soul, that lives,<br>
+And feels, and bends reflective on itself.<br>
+And that thou less mayst marvel at the word,<br>
+Mark the sun's heat, how that to wine doth change,<br>
+Mix'd with the moisture filter'd through the vine.<br>
+<br>"When Lachesis hath spun the thread, the soul<br>
+Takes with her both the human and divine,<br>
+Memory, intelligence, and will, in act<br>
+Far keener than before, the other powers<br>
+Inactive all and mute. &nbsp;No pause allow'd,<br>
+In wond'rous sort self-moving, to one strand<br>
+Of those, where the departed roam, she falls,<br>
+Here learns her destin'd path. &nbsp;Soon as the place<br>
+Receives her, round the plastic virtue beams,<br>
+Distinct as in the living limbs before:<br>
+And as the air, when saturate with showers,<br>
+The casual beam refracting, decks itself<br>
+With many a hue; so here the ambient air<br>
+Weareth that form, which influence of the soul<br>
+Imprints on it; and like the flame, that where<br>
+The fire moves, thither follows, so henceforth<br>
+The new form on the spirit follows still:<br>
+Hence hath it semblance, and is shadow call'd,<br>
+With each sense even to the sight endued:<br>
+Hence speech is ours, hence laughter, tears, and sighs<br>
+Which thou mayst oft have witness'd on the mount<br>
+Th' obedient shadow fails not to present<br>
+Whatever varying passion moves within us.<br>
+And this the cause of what thou marvel'st at."<br>
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+<br>Now the last flexure of our way we reach'd,<br>
+And to the right hand turning, other care<br>
+Awaits us. &nbsp;Here the rocky precipice<br>
+Hurls forth redundant flames, and from the rim<br>
+A blast upblown, with forcible rebuff<br>
+Driveth them back, sequester'd from its bound.<br>
+<br>Behoov'd us, one by one, along the side,<br>
+That border'd on the void, to pass; and I<br>
+Fear'd on one hand the fire, on th' other fear'd<br>
+Headlong to fall: when thus th' instructor warn'd:<br>
+"Strict rein must in this place direct the eyes.<br>
+A little swerving and the way is lost."<br>
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+<br>Then from the bosom of the burning mass,<br>
+"O God of mercy!" heard I sung; and felt<br>
+No less desire to turn. &nbsp;And when I saw<br>
+Spirits along the flame proceeding, I<br>
+Between their footsteps and mine own was fain<br>
+To share by turns my view. &nbsp;At the hymn's close<br>
+They shouted loud, "I do not know a man;"<br>
+Then in low voice again took up the strain,<br>
+Which once more ended, "To the wood," they cried,<br>
+"Ran Dian, and drave forth Callisto, stung<br>
+With Cytherea's poison:" then return'd<br>
+Unto their song; then marry a pair extoll'd,<br>
+Who liv'd in virtue chastely, and the bands<br>
+Of wedded love. &nbsp;Nor from that task, I ween,<br>
+Surcease they; whilesoe'er the scorching fire<br>
+Enclasps them. &nbsp;Of such skill appliance needs<br>
+To medicine the wound, that healeth last.</p>
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+<h1>THE VISION</h1><br>
+<h2>OF</h2><br>
+<h1>HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE</h1><br>
+<h2>BY</h2><br>
+<h1>DANTE ALIGHIERI</h1>
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+<br><br><br>
+<br><br><br>
+<h2>PURGATORY</h2>
+<h3>Part 5</h3>
+<br><br><br>
+<h3>TRANSLATED BY</h3><br>
+<h2>THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.</h2>
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+<h1>PURGATORY</h1>
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+<h2>LIST OF CANTOS</h2>
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+<a href="#26">Canto 26</a><br>
+<a href="#27">Canto 27</a><br>
+<a href="#28">Canto 28</a><br>
+<a href="#29">Canto 29</a><br>
+<a href="#30">Canto 30</a><br>
+<a href="#31">Canto 31</a><br>
+<a href="#32">Canto 32</a><br>
+<a href="#33">Canto 33</a><br>
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+<a name="26"></a>
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+<h2>CANTO XXVI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>While singly thus along the rim we walk'd,<br>
+Oft the good master warn'd me: "Look thou well.<br>
+Avail it that I caution thee." &nbsp;The sun<br>
+Now all the western clime irradiate chang'd<br>
+From azure tinct to white; and, as I pass'd,<br>
+My passing shadow made the umber'd flame<br>
+Burn ruddier. &nbsp;At so strange a sight I mark'd<br>
+That many a spirit marvel'd on his way.<br>
+<br>This bred occasion first to speak of me,<br>
+"He seems," said they, "no insubstantial frame:"<br>
+Then to obtain what certainty they might,<br>
+Stretch'd towards me, careful not to overpass<br>
+The burning pale. &nbsp;"O thou, who followest<br>
+The others, haply not more slow than they,<br>
+But mov'd by rev'rence, answer me, who burn<br>
+In thirst and fire: nor I alone, but these<br>
+All for thine answer do more thirst, than doth<br>
+Indian or Aethiop for the cooling stream.<br>
+Tell us, how is it that thou mak'st thyself<br>
+A wall against the sun, as thou not yet<br>
+Into th' inextricable toils of death<br>
+Hadst enter'd?" &nbsp;Thus spake one, and I had straight<br>
+Declar'd me, if attention had not turn'd<br>
+To new appearance. &nbsp;Meeting these, there came,<br>
+Midway the burning path, a crowd, on whom<br>
+Earnestly gazing, from each part I view<br>
+The shadows all press forward, sev'rally<br>
+Each snatch a hasty kiss, and then away.<br>
+E'en so the emmets, 'mid their dusky troops,<br>
+Peer closely one at other, to spy out<br>
+Their mutual road perchance, and how they thrive.<br>
+<br>That friendly greeting parted, ere dispatch<br>
+Of the first onward step, from either tribe<br>
+Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,<br>
+Shout &nbsp;"Sodom and Gomorrah!" these, "The cow<br>
+Pasiphae enter'd, that the beast she woo'd<br>
+Might rush unto her luxury." &nbsp;Then as cranes,<br>
+That part towards the Riphaean mountains fly,<br>
+Part towards the Lybic sands, these to avoid<br>
+The ice, and those the sun; so hasteth off<br>
+One crowd, advances th' other; and resume<br>
+Their first song weeping, and their several shout.<br>
+<br>Again drew near my side the very same,<br>
+Who had erewhile besought me, and their looks<br>
+Mark'd eagerness to listen. &nbsp;I, who twice<br>
+Their will had noted, spake: "O spirits secure,<br>
+Whene'er the time may be, of peaceful end!<br>
+My limbs, nor crude, nor in mature old age,<br>
+Have I left yonder: here they bear me, fed<br>
+With blood, and sinew-strung. &nbsp;That I no more<br>
+May live in blindness, hence I tend aloft.<br>
+There is a dame on high, who wind for us<br>
+This grace, by which my mortal through your realm<br>
+I bear. &nbsp;But may your utmost wish soon meet<br>
+Such full fruition, that the orb of heaven,<br>
+Fullest of love, and of most ample space,<br>
+Receive you, as ye tell (upon my page<br>
+Henceforth to stand recorded) who ye are,<br>
+And what this multitude, that at your backs<br>
+Have past behind us." &nbsp;As one, mountain-bred,<br>
+Rugged and clownish, if some city's walls<br>
+He chance to enter, round him stares agape,<br>
+Confounded and struck dumb; e'en such appear'd<br>
+Each spirit. &nbsp;But when rid of that amaze,<br>
+(Not long the inmate of a noble heart)<br>
+He, who before had question'd, thus resum'd:<br>
+"O blessed, who, for death preparing, tak'st<br>
+Experience of our limits, in thy bark!<br>
+Their crime, who not with us proceed, was that,<br>
+For which, as he did triumph, Caesar heard<br>
+The snout of 'queen,' to taunt him. &nbsp;Hence their cry<br>
+Of 'Sodom,' as they parted, to rebuke<br>
+Themselves, and aid the burning by their shame.<br>
+Our sinning was Hermaphrodite: but we,<br>
+Because the law of human kind we broke,<br>
+Following like beasts our vile concupiscence,<br>
+Hence parting from them, to our own disgrace<br>
+Record the name of her, by whom the beast<br>
+In bestial tire was acted. &nbsp;Now our deeds<br>
+Thou know'st, and how we sinn'd. &nbsp;If thou by name<br>
+Wouldst haply know us, time permits not now<br>
+To tell so much, nor can I. &nbsp;Of myself<br>
+Learn what thou wishest. &nbsp;Guinicelli I,<br>
+Who having truly sorrow'd ere my last,<br>
+Already cleanse me." &nbsp;With such pious joy,<br>
+As the two sons upon their mother gaz'd<br>
+From sad Lycurgus rescu'd, such my joy<br>
+(Save that I more represt it) when I heard<br>
+From his own lips the name of him pronounc'd,<br>
+Who was a father to me, and to those<br>
+My betters, who have ever us'd the sweet<br>
+And pleasant rhymes of love. &nbsp;So nought I heard<br>
+Nor spake, but long time thoughtfully I went,<br>
+Gazing on him; and, only for the fire,<br>
+Approach'd not nearer. &nbsp;When my eyes were fed<br>
+By looking on him, with such solemn pledge,<br>
+As forces credence, I devoted me<br>
+Unto his service wholly. &nbsp;In reply<br>
+He thus bespake me: "What from thee I hear<br>
+Is grav'd so deeply on my mind, the waves<br>
+Of Lethe shall not wash it off, nor make<br>
+A whit less lively. &nbsp;But as now thy oath<br>
+Has seal'd the truth, declare what cause impels<br>
+That love, which both thy looks and speech bewray."<br>
+<br>"Those dulcet lays," I answer'd, "which, as long<br>
+As of our tongue the beauty does not fade,<br>
+Shall make us love the very ink that trac'd them."<br>
+<br>"Brother!" &nbsp;he cried, and pointed at a shade<br>
+Before him, "there is one, whose mother speech<br>
+Doth owe to him a fairer ornament.<br>
+He in love ditties and the tales of prose<br>
+Without a rival stands, and lets the fools<br>
+Talk on, who think the songster of Limoges<br>
+O'ertops him. &nbsp;Rumour and the popular voice<br>
+They look to more than truth, and so confirm<br>
+Opinion, ere by art or reason taught.<br>
+Thus many of the elder time cried up<br>
+Guittone, giving him the prize, till truth<br>
+By strength of numbers vanquish'd. &nbsp;If thou own<br>
+So ample privilege, as to have gain'd<br>
+Free entrance to the cloister, whereof Christ<br>
+Is Abbot of the college, say to him<br>
+One paternoster for me, far as needs<br>
+For dwellers in this world, where power to sin<br>
+No longer tempts us." &nbsp;Haply to make way<br>
+For one, that follow'd next, when that was said,<br>
+He vanish'd through the fire, as through the wave<br>
+A fish, that glances diving to the deep.<br>
+<br>I, to the spirit he had shown me, drew<br>
+A little onward, and besought his name,<br>
+For which my heart, I said, kept gracious room.<br>
+He frankly thus began: "Thy courtesy<br>
+So wins on me, I have nor power nor will<br>
+To hide me. &nbsp;I am Arnault; and with songs,<br>
+Sorely lamenting for my folly past,<br>
+Thorough this ford of fire I wade, and see<br>
+The day, I hope for, smiling in my view.<br>
+I pray ye by the worth that guides ye up<br>
+Unto the summit of the scale, in time<br>
+Remember ye my suff'rings." &nbsp;With such words<br>
+He disappear'd in the refining flame.</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="27"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXVII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Now was the sun so station'd, as when first<br>
+His early radiance quivers on the heights,<br>
+Where stream'd his Maker's blood, while Libra hangs<br>
+Above Hesperian Ebro, and new fires<br>
+Meridian flash on Ganges' yellow tide.<br>
+<br>So day was sinking, when the' angel of God<br>
+Appear'd before us. &nbsp;Joy was in his mien.<br>
+Forth of the flame he stood upon the brink,<br>
+And with a voice, whose lively clearness far<br>
+Surpass'd our human, "Blessed are the pure<br>
+In heart," he Sang: then near him as we came,<br>
+"Go ye not further, holy spirits!" &nbsp;he cried,<br>
+"Ere the fire pierce you: enter in; and list<br>
+Attentive to the song ye hear from thence."<br>
+<br>I, when I heard his saying, was as one<br>
+Laid in the grave. &nbsp;My hands together clasp'd,<br>
+And upward stretching, on the fire I look'd,<br>
+And busy fancy conjur'd up the forms<br>
+Erewhile beheld alive consum'd in flames.<br>
+<br>Th' escorting spirits turn'd with gentle looks<br>
+Toward me, and the Mantuan spake: "My son,<br>
+Here torment thou mayst feel, but canst not death.<br>
+Remember thee, remember thee, if I<br>
+Safe e'en on Geryon brought thee: now I come<br>
+More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now?<br>
+Of this be sure: though in its womb that flame<br>
+A thousand years contain'd thee, from thy head<br>
+No hair should perish. &nbsp;If thou doubt my truth,<br>
+Approach, and with thy hands thy vesture's hem<br>
+Stretch forth, and for thyself confirm belief.<br>
+Lay now all fear, O lay all fear aside.<br>
+Turn hither, and come onward undismay'd."<br>
+I still, though conscience urg'd' no step advanc'd.<br>
+<br>When still he saw me fix'd and obstinate,<br>
+Somewhat disturb'd he cried: "Mark now, my son,<br>
+From Beatrice thou art by this wall<br>
+Divided." &nbsp;As at Thisbe's name the eye<br>
+Of Pyramus was open'd (when life ebb'd<br>
+Fast from his veins), and took one parting glance,<br>
+While vermeil dyed the mulberry; thus I turn'd<br>
+To my sage guide, relenting, when I heard<br>
+The name, that springs forever in my breast.<br>
+<br>He shook his forehead; and, "How long," he said,<br>
+"Linger we now?" &nbsp;then smil'd, as one would smile<br>
+Upon a child, that eyes the fruit and yields.<br>
+Into the fire before me then he walk'd;<br>
+And Statius, who erewhile no little space<br>
+Had parted us, he pray'd to come behind.<br>
+<br>I would have cast me into molten glass<br>
+To cool me, when I enter'd; so intense<br>
+Rag'd the conflagrant mass. &nbsp;The sire belov'd,<br>
+To comfort me, as he proceeded, still<br>
+Of Beatrice talk'd. &nbsp;"Her eyes," saith he,<br>
+"E'en now I seem to view." &nbsp;From the other side<br>
+A voice, that sang, did guide us, and the voice<br>
+Following, with heedful ear, we issued forth,<br>
+There where the path led upward. &nbsp;"Come," we heard,<br>
+"Come, blessed of my Father." &nbsp;Such the sounds,<br>
+That hail'd us from within a light, which shone<br>
+So radiant, I could not endure the view.<br>
+"The sun," it added, "hastes: and evening comes.<br>
+Delay not: ere the western sky is hung<br>
+With blackness, strive ye for the pass." &nbsp;Our way<br>
+Upright within the rock arose, and fac'd<br>
+Such part of heav'n, that from before my steps<br>
+The beams were shrouded of the sinking sun.<br>
+<br>Nor many stairs were overpass, when now<br>
+By fading of the shadow we perceiv'd<br>
+The sun behind us couch'd: and ere one face<br>
+Of darkness o'er its measureless expanse<br>
+Involv'd th' horizon, and the night her lot<br>
+Held individual, each of us had made<br>
+A stair his pallet: not that will, but power,<br>
+Had fail'd us, by the nature of that mount<br>
+Forbidden further travel. &nbsp;As the goats,<br>
+That late have skipp'd and wanton'd rapidly<br>
+Upon the craggy cliffs, ere they had ta'en<br>
+Their supper on the herb, now silent lie<br>
+And ruminate beneath the umbrage brown,<br>
+While noonday rages; and the goatherd leans<br>
+Upon his staff, and leaning watches them:<br>
+And as the swain, that lodges out all night<br>
+In quiet by his flock, lest beast of prey<br>
+Disperse them; even so all three abode,<br>
+I as a goat and as the shepherds they,<br>
+Close pent on either side by shelving rock.<br>
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+<br>A little glimpse of sky was seen above;<br>
+Yet by that little I beheld the stars<br>
+In magnitude and rustle shining forth<br>
+With more than wonted glory. &nbsp;As I lay,<br>
+Gazing on them, and in that fit of musing,<br>
+Sleep overcame me, sleep, that bringeth oft<br>
+Tidings of future hap. &nbsp;About the hour,<br>
+As I believe, when Venus from the east<br>
+First lighten'd on the mountain, she whose orb<br>
+Seems always glowing with the fire of love,<br>
+A lady young and beautiful, I dream'd,<br>
+Was passing o'er a lea; and, as she came,<br>
+Methought I saw her ever and anon<br>
+Bending to cull the flowers; and thus she sang:<br>
+"Know ye, whoever of my name would ask,<br>
+That I am Leah: for my brow to weave<br>
+A garland, these fair hands unwearied ply.<br>
+To please me at the crystal mirror, here<br>
+I deck me. &nbsp;But my sister Rachel, she<br>
+Before her glass abides the livelong day,<br>
+Her radiant eyes beholding, charm'd no less,<br>
+Than I with this delightful task. &nbsp;Her joy<br>
+In contemplation, as in labour mine."<br>
+<br>And now as glimm'ring dawn appear'd, that breaks<br>
+More welcome to the pilgrim still, as he<br>
+Sojourns less distant on his homeward way,<br>
+Darkness from all sides fled, and with it fled<br>
+My slumber; whence I rose and saw my guide<br>
+Already risen. &nbsp;"That delicious fruit,<br>
+Which through so many a branch the zealous care<br>
+Of mortals roams in quest of, shall this day<br>
+Appease thy hunger." &nbsp;Such the words I heard<br>
+From Virgil's lip; and never greeting heard<br>
+So pleasant as the sounds. &nbsp;Within me straight<br>
+Desire so grew upon desire to mount,<br>
+Thenceforward at each step I felt the wings<br>
+Increasing for my flight. &nbsp;When we had run<br>
+O'er all the ladder to its topmost round,<br>
+As there we stood, on me the Mantuan fix'd<br>
+His eyes, and thus he spake: "Both fires, my son,<br>
+The temporal and eternal, thou hast seen,<br>
+And art arriv'd, where of itself my ken<br>
+No further reaches. &nbsp;I with skill and art<br>
+Thus far have drawn thee. &nbsp;Now thy pleasure take<br>
+For guide. &nbsp;Thou hast o'ercome the steeper way,<br>
+O'ercome the straighter. &nbsp;Lo! the sun, that darts<br>
+His beam upon thy forehead! lo! the herb,<br>
+The arboreta and flowers, which of itself<br>
+This land pours forth profuse! Till those bright eyes<br>
+With gladness come, which, weeping, made me haste<br>
+To succour thee, thou mayst or seat thee down,<br>
+Or wander where thou wilt. &nbsp;Expect no more<br>
+Sanction of warning voice or sign from me,<br>
+Free of thy own arbitrement to choose,<br>
+Discreet, judicious. &nbsp;To distrust thy sense<br>
+Were henceforth error. &nbsp;I invest thee then<br>
+With crown and mitre, sovereign o'er thyself."</p>
+
+<br><br>
+<a name="28"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXVIII</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Through that celestial forest, whose thick shade<br>
+With lively greenness the new-springing day<br>
+Attemper'd, eager now to roam, and search<br>
+Its limits round, forthwith I left the bank,<br>
+Along the champain leisurely my way<br>
+Pursuing, o'er the ground, that on all sides<br>
+Delicious odour breath'd. &nbsp;A pleasant air,<br>
+That intermitted never, never veer'd,<br>
+Smote on my temples, gently, as a wind<br>
+Of softest influence: at which the sprays,<br>
+Obedient all, lean'd trembling to that part<br>
+Where first the holy mountain casts his shade,<br>
+Yet were not so disorder'd, but that still<br>
+Upon their top the feather'd quiristers<br>
+Applied their wonted art, and with full joy<br>
+Welcom'd those hours of prime, and warbled shrill<br>
+Amid the leaves, that to their jocund lays<br>
+inept tenor; even as from branch to branch,<br>
+Along the piney forests on the shore<br>
+Of Chiassi, rolls the gath'ring melody,<br>
+When Eolus hath from his cavern loos'd<br>
+The dripping south. &nbsp;Already had my steps,<br>
+Though slow, so far into that ancient wood<br>
+Transported me, I could not ken the place<br>
+Where I had enter'd, when behold! my path<br>
+Was bounded by a rill, which to the left<br>
+With little rippling waters bent the grass,<br>
+That issued from its brink. &nbsp;On earth no wave<br>
+How clean soe'er, that would not seem to have<br>
+Some mixture in itself, compar'd with this,<br>
+Transpicuous, clear; yet darkly on it roll'd,<br>
+Darkly beneath perpetual gloom, which ne'er<br>
+Admits or sun or moon light there to shine.<br>
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+<br>My feet advanc'd not; but my wond'ring eyes<br>
+Pass'd onward, o'er the streamlet, to survey<br>
+The tender May-bloom, flush'd through many a hue,<br>
+In prodigal variety: and there,<br>
+As object, rising suddenly to view,<br>
+That from our bosom every thought beside<br>
+With the rare marvel chases, I beheld<br>
+A lady all alone, who, singing, went,<br>
+And culling flower from flower, wherewith her way<br>
+Was all o'er painted. &nbsp;"Lady beautiful!<br>
+Thou, who (if looks, that use to speak the heart,<br>
+Are worthy of our trust), with love's own beam<br>
+Dost warm thee," thus to her my speech I fram'd:<br>
+"Ah! please thee hither towards the streamlet bend<br>
+Thy steps so near, that I may list thy song.<br>
+Beholding thee and this fair place, methinks,<br>
+I call to mind where wander'd and how look'd<br>
+Proserpine, in that season, when her child<br>
+The mother lost, and she the bloomy spring."<br>
+<br>As when a lady, turning in the dance,<br>
+Doth foot it featly, and advances scarce<br>
+One step before the other to the ground;<br>
+Over the yellow and vermilion flowers<br>
+Thus turn'd she at my suit, most maiden-like,<br>
+Valing her sober eyes, and came so near,<br>
+That I distinctly caught the dulcet sound.<br>
+Arriving where the limped waters now<br>
+Lav'd the green sward, her eyes she deign'd to raise,<br>
+That shot such splendour on me, as I ween<br>
+Ne'er glanced from Cytherea's, when her son<br>
+Had sped his keenest weapon to her heart.<br>
+Upon the opposite bank she stood and smil'd<br>
+through her graceful fingers shifted still<br>
+The intermingling dyes, which without seed<br>
+That lofty land unbosoms. &nbsp;By the stream<br>
+Three paces only were we sunder'd: yet<br>
+The Hellespont, where Xerxes pass'd it o'er,<br>
+(A curb for ever to the pride of man)<br>
+Was by Leander not more hateful held<br>
+For floating, with inhospitable wave<br>
+'Twixt Sestus and Abydos, than by me<br>
+That flood, because it gave no passage thence.<br>
+<br>"Strangers ye come, and haply in this place,<br>
+That cradled human nature in its birth,<br>
+Wond'ring, ye not without suspicion view<br>
+My smiles: but that sweet strain of psalmody,<br>
+'Thou, Lord! hast made me glad,' will give ye light,<br>
+Which may uncloud your minds. &nbsp;And thou, who stand'st<br>
+The foremost, and didst make thy suit to me,<br>
+Say if aught else thou wish to hear: for I<br>
+Came prompt to answer every doubt of thine."<br>
+<br>She spake; and I replied: "I know not how<br>
+To reconcile this wave and rustling sound<br>
+Of forest leaves, with what I late have heard<br>
+Of opposite report." &nbsp;She answering thus:<br>
+"I will unfold the cause, whence that proceeds,<br>
+Which makes thee wonder; and so purge the cloud<br>
+That hath enwraps thee. &nbsp;The First Good, whose joy<br>
+Is only in himself, created man<br>
+For happiness, and gave this goodly place,<br>
+His pledge and earnest of eternal peace.<br>
+Favour'd thus highly, through his own defect<br>
+He fell, and here made short sojourn; he fell,<br>
+And, for the bitterness of sorrow, chang'd<br>
+Laughter unblam'd and ever-new delight.<br>
+That vapours none, exhal'd from earth beneath,<br>
+Or from the waters (which, wherever heat<br>
+Attracts them, follow), might ascend thus far<br>
+To vex man's peaceful state, this mountain rose<br>
+So high toward the heav'n, nor fears the rage<br>
+Of elements contending, from that part<br>
+Exempted, where the gate his limit bars.<br>
+Because the circumambient air throughout<br>
+With its first impulse circles still, unless<br>
+Aught interpose to cheek or thwart its course;<br>
+Upon the summit, which on every side<br>
+To visitation of th' impassive air<br>
+Is open, doth that motion strike, and makes<br>
+Beneath its sway th' umbrageous wood resound:<br>
+And in the shaken plant such power resides,<br>
+That it impregnates with its efficacy<br>
+The voyaging breeze, upon whose subtle plume<br>
+That wafted flies abroad; and th' other land<br>
+Receiving (as 't is worthy in itself,<br>
+Or in the clime, that warms it), doth conceive,<br>
+And from its womb produces many a tree<br>
+Of various virtue. &nbsp;This when thou hast heard,<br>
+The marvel ceases, if in yonder earth<br>
+Some plant without apparent seed be found<br>
+To fix its fibrous stem. &nbsp;And further learn,<br>
+That with prolific foison of all seeds,<br>
+This holy plain is fill'd, and in itself<br>
+Bears fruit that ne'er was pluck'd on other soil.<br>
+&nbsp;The water, thou behold'st, springs not from vein,<br>
+As stream, that intermittently repairs<br>
+And spends his pulse of life, but issues forth<br>
+From fountain, solid, undecaying, sure;<br>
+And by the will omnific, full supply<br>
+Feeds whatsoe'er On either side it pours;<br>
+On this devolv'd with power to take away<br>
+Remembrance of offence, on that to bring<br>
+Remembrance back of every good deed done.<br>
+From whence its name of Lethe on this part;<br>
+On th' other Eunoe: both of which must first<br>
+Be tasted ere it work; the last exceeding<br>
+All flavours else. &nbsp;Albeit thy thirst may now<br>
+Be well contented, if I here break off,<br>
+No more revealing: yet a corollary<br>
+I freely give beside: nor deem my words<br>
+Less grateful to thee, if they somewhat pass<br>
+The stretch of promise. &nbsp;They, whose verse of yore<br>
+The golden age recorded and its bliss,<br>
+On the Parnassian mountain, of this place<br>
+Perhaps had dream'd. &nbsp;Here was man guiltless, here<br>
+Perpetual spring and every fruit, and this<br>
+The far-fam'd nectar." &nbsp;Turning to the bards,<br>
+When she had ceas'd, I noted in their looks<br>
+A smile at her conclusion; then my face<br>
+Again directed to the lovely dame.</p>
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+<br><br>
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+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXIX</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Singing, as if enamour'd, she resum'd<br>
+And clos'd the song, with "Blessed they whose sins<br>
+Are cover'd." &nbsp;Like the wood-nymphs then, that tripp'd<br>
+Singly across the sylvan shadows, one<br>
+Eager to view and one to 'scape the sun,<br>
+So mov'd she on, against the current, up<br>
+The verdant rivage. &nbsp;I, her mincing step<br>
+Observing, with as tardy step pursued.<br>
+<br>Between us not an hundred paces trod,<br>
+The bank, on each side bending equally,<br>
+Gave me to face the orient. &nbsp;Nor our way<br>
+Far onward brought us, when to me at once<br>
+She turn'd, and cried: "My brother! look and hearken."<br>
+And lo! a sudden lustre ran across<br>
+Through the great forest on all parts, so bright<br>
+I doubted whether lightning were abroad;<br>
+But that expiring ever in the spleen,<br>
+That doth unfold it, and this during still<br>
+And waxing still in splendor, made me question<br>
+What it might be: and a sweet melody<br>
+Ran through the luminous air. &nbsp;Then did I chide<br>
+With warrantable zeal the hardihood<br>
+Of our first parent, for that there were earth<br>
+Stood in obedience to the heav'ns, she only,<br>
+Woman, the creature of an hour, endur'd not<br>
+Restraint of any veil: which had she borne<br>
+Devoutly, joys, ineffable as these,<br>
+Had from the first, and long time since, been mine.<br>
+<br>While through that wilderness of primy sweets<br>
+That never fade, suspense I walk'd, and yet<br>
+Expectant of beatitude more high,<br>
+Before us, like a blazing fire, the air<br>
+Under the green boughs glow'd; and, for a song,<br>
+Distinct the sound of melody was heard.<br>
+<br>O ye thrice holy virgins! for your sakes<br>
+If e'er I suffer'd hunger, cold and watching,<br>
+Occasion calls on me to crave your bounty.<br>
+Now through my breast let Helicon his stream<br>
+Pour copious; and Urania with her choir<br>
+Arise to aid me: while the verse unfolds<br>
+Things that do almost mock the grasp of thought.<br>
+<br>Onward a space, what seem'd seven trees of gold,<br>
+The intervening distance to mine eye<br>
+Falsely presented; but when I was come<br>
+So near them, that no lineament was lost<br>
+Of those, with which a doubtful object, seen<br>
+Remotely, plays on the misdeeming sense,<br>
+Then did the faculty, that ministers<br>
+Discourse to reason, these for tapers of gold<br>
+Distinguish, and it th' singing trace the sound<br>
+"Hosanna." &nbsp;Above, their beauteous garniture<br>
+Flam'd with more ample lustre, than the moon<br>
+Through cloudless sky at midnight in her full.<br>
+<br>I turn'd me full of wonder to my guide;<br>
+And he did answer with a countenance<br>
+Charg'd with no less amazement: whence my view<br>
+Reverted to those lofty things, which came<br>
+So slowly moving towards us, that the bride<br>
+Would have outstript them on her bridal day.<br>
+<br>The lady called aloud: "Why thus yet burns<br>
+Affection in thee for these living, lights,<br>
+And dost not look on that which follows them?"<br>
+<br>I straightway mark'd a tribe behind them walk,<br>
+As if attendant on their leaders, cloth'd<br>
+With raiment of such whiteness, as on earth<br>
+Was never. &nbsp;On my left, the wat'ry gleam<br>
+Borrow'd, and gave me back, when there I look'd.<br>
+As in a mirror, my left side portray'd.<br>
+<br>When I had chosen on the river's edge<br>
+Such station, that the distance of the stream<br>
+Alone did separate me; there I stay'd<br>
+My steps for clearer prospect, and beheld<br>
+The flames go onward, leaving, as they went,<br>
+The air behind them painted as with trail<br>
+Of liveliest pencils! so distinct were mark'd<br>
+All those sev'n listed colours, whence the sun<br>
+Maketh his bow, and Cynthia her zone.<br>
+These streaming gonfalons did flow beyond<br>
+My vision; and ten paces, as I guess,<br>
+Parted the outermost. &nbsp;Beneath a sky<br>
+So beautiful, came foul and-twenty elders,<br>
+By two and two, with flower-de-luces crown'd.<br>
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+All sang one song: "Blessed be thou among<br>
+The daughters of Adam! and thy loveliness<br>
+Blessed for ever!" &nbsp;After that the flowers,<br>
+And the fresh herblets, on the opposite brink,<br>
+Were free from that elected race; as light<br>
+In heav'n doth second light, came after them<br>
+Four animals, each crown'd with verdurous leaf.<br>
+With six wings each was plum'd, the plumage full<br>
+Of eyes, and th' eyes of Argus would be such,<br>
+Were they endued with life. &nbsp;Reader, more rhymes<br>
+Will not waste in shadowing forth their form:<br>
+For other need no straitens, that in this<br>
+I may not give my bounty room. &nbsp;But read<br>
+Ezekiel; for he paints them, from the north<br>
+How he beheld them come by Chebar's flood,<br>
+In whirlwind, cloud and fire; and even such<br>
+As thou shalt find them character'd by him,<br>
+Here were they; save as to the pennons; there,<br>
+From him departing, John accords with me.<br>
+<br>The space, surrounded by the four, enclos'd<br>
+A car triumphal: on two wheels it came<br>
+Drawn at a Gryphon's neck; and he above<br>
+Stretch'd either wing uplifted, 'tween the midst<br>
+And the three listed hues, on each side three;<br>
+So that the wings did cleave or injure none;<br>
+And out of sight they rose. &nbsp;The members, far<br>
+As he was bird, were golden; white the rest<br>
+With vermeil intervein'd. &nbsp;So beautiful<br>
+A car in Rome ne'er grac'd Augustus pomp,<br>
+Or Africanus': e'en the sun's itself<br>
+Were poor to this, that chariot of the sun<br>
+Erroneous, which in blazing ruin fell<br>
+At Tellus' pray'r devout, by the just doom<br>
+Mysterious of all-seeing Jove. &nbsp;Three nymphs<br>
+at the right wheel, came circling in smooth dance;<br>
+The one so ruddy, that her form had scarce<br>
+Been known within a furnace of clear flame:<br>
+The next did look, as if the flesh and bones<br>
+Were emerald: snow new-fallen seem'd the third.<br>
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+Now seem'd the white to lead, the ruddy now;<br>
+And from her song who led, the others took<br>
+Their treasure, swift or slow. &nbsp;At th' other wheel,<br>
+A band quaternion, each in purple clad,<br>
+Advanc'd with festal step, as of them one<br>
+The rest conducted, one, upon whose front<br>
+Three eyes were seen. &nbsp;In rear of all this group,<br>
+Two old men I beheld, dissimilar<br>
+In raiment, but in port and gesture like,<br>
+Solid and mainly grave; of whom the one<br>
+Did show himself some favour'd counsellor<br>
+Of the great Coan, him, whom nature made<br>
+To serve the costliest creature of her tribe.<br>
+His fellow mark'd an opposite intent,<br>
+Bearing a sword, whose glitterance and keen edge,<br>
+E'en as I view'd it with the flood between,<br>
+Appall'd me. &nbsp;Next four others I beheld,<br>
+Of humble seeming: and, behind them all,<br>
+One single old man, sleeping, as he came,<br>
+With a shrewd visage. &nbsp;And these seven, each<br>
+Like the first troop were habited, but wore<br>
+No braid of lilies on their temples wreath'd.<br>
+Rather with roses and each vermeil flower,<br>
+A sight, but little distant, might have sworn,<br>
+That they were all on fire above their brow.<br>
+<br>Whenas the car was o'er against me, straight.<br>
+Was heard a thund'ring, at whose voice it seem'd<br>
+The chosen multitude were stay'd; for there,<br>
+With the first ensigns, made they solemn halt.</p>
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+<br><br>
+<a name="30"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXX</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>Soon as the polar light, which never knows<br>
+Setting nor rising, nor the shadowy veil<br>
+Of other cloud than sin, fair ornament<br>
+Of the first heav'n, to duty each one there<br>
+Safely convoying, as that lower doth<br>
+The steersman to his port, stood firmly fix'd;<br>
+Forthwith the saintly tribe, who in the van<br>
+Between the Gryphon and its radiance came,<br>
+Did turn them to the car, as to their rest:<br>
+And one, as if commission'd from above,<br>
+In holy chant thrice shorted forth aloud:<br>
+"Come, spouse, from Libanus!" and all the rest<br>
+Took up the song&mdash;At the last audit so<br>
+The blest shall rise, from forth his cavern each<br>
+Uplifting lightly his new-vested flesh,<br>
+As, on the sacred litter, at the voice<br>
+Authoritative of that elder, sprang<br>
+A hundred ministers and messengers<br>
+Of life eternal. &nbsp;"Blessed thou! who com'st!"<br>
+And, "O," they cried, "from full hands scatter ye<br>
+Unwith'ring lilies;" and, so saying, cast<br>
+Flowers over head and round them on all sides.<br>
+<br>I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,<br>
+The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky<br>
+Oppos'd, one deep and beautiful serene,<br>
+And the sun's face so shaded, and with mists<br>
+Attemper'd at lids rising, that the eye<br>
+Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud<br>
+Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,<br>
+And down, within and outside of the car,<br>
+Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd,<br>
+A virgin in my view appear'd, beneath<br>
+Green mantle, rob'd in hue of living flame:<br>
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+And o'er my Spirit, that in former days<br>
+Within her presence had abode so long,<br>
+No shudd'ring terror crept. &nbsp;Mine eyes no more<br>
+Had knowledge of her; yet there mov'd from her<br>
+A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak'd,<br>
+The power of ancient love was strong within me.<br>
+<br>No sooner on my vision streaming, smote<br>
+The heav'nly influence, which years past, and e'en<br>
+In childhood, thrill'd me, than towards Virgil I<br>
+Turn'd me to leftward, panting, like a babe,<br>
+That flees for refuge to his mother's breast,<br>
+If aught have terrified or work'd him woe:<br>
+And would have cried: "There is no dram of blood,<br>
+That doth not quiver in me. &nbsp;The old flame<br>
+Throws out clear tokens of reviving fire:"<br>
+But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself,<br>
+Virgil, my best-lov'd father; Virgil, he<br>
+To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,<br>
+All, our prime mother lost, avail'd to save<br>
+My undew'd cheeks from blur of soiling tears.<br>
+<br>"Dante, weep not, that Virgil leaves thee: nay,<br>
+Weep thou not yet: behooves thee feel the edge<br>
+Of other sword, and thou shalt weep for that."<br>
+<br>As to the prow or stern, some admiral<br>
+Paces the deck, inspiriting his crew,<br>
+When 'mid the sail-yards all hands ply aloof;<br>
+Thus on the left side of the car I saw,<br>
+(Turning me at the sound of mine own name,<br>
+Which here I am compell'd to register)<br>
+The virgin station'd, who before appeared<br>
+Veil'd in that festive shower angelical.<br>
+<br>Towards me, across the stream, she bent her eyes;<br>
+Though from her brow the veil descending, bound<br>
+With foliage of Minerva, suffer'd not<br>
+That I beheld her clearly; then with act<br>
+Full royal, still insulting o'er her thrall,<br>
+Added, as one, who speaking keepeth back<br>
+The bitterest saying, to conclude the speech:<br>
+"Observe me well. &nbsp;I am, in sooth, I am<br>
+Beatrice. &nbsp;What! and hast thou deign'd at last<br>
+Approach the mountain? &nbsp;knewest not, O man!<br>
+Thy happiness is whole?" &nbsp;Down fell mine eyes<br>
+On the clear fount, but there, myself espying,<br>
+Recoil'd, and sought the greensward: such a weight<br>
+Of shame was on my forehead. &nbsp;With a mien<br>
+Of that stern majesty, which doth surround<br>
+mother's presence to her awe-struck child,<br>
+She look'd; a flavour of such bitterness<br>
+Was mingled in her pity. &nbsp;There her words<br>
+Brake off, and suddenly the angels sang:<br>
+"In thee, O gracious Lord, my hope hath been:"<br>
+But went no farther than, "Thou Lord, hast set<br>
+My feet in ample room." &nbsp;As snow, that lies<br>
+Amidst the living rafters on the back<br>
+Of Italy congeal'd when drifted high<br>
+And closely pil'd by rough Sclavonian blasts,<br>
+Breathe but the land whereon no shadow falls,<br>
+And straightway melting it distils away,<br>
+Like a fire-wasted taper: thus was I,<br>
+Without a sigh or tear, or ever these<br>
+Did sing, that with the chiming of heav'n's sphere,<br>
+Still in their warbling chime: but when the strain<br>
+Of dulcet symphony, express'd for me<br>
+Their soft compassion, more than could the words<br>
+"Virgin, why so consum'st him?" &nbsp;then the ice,<br>
+Congeal'd about my bosom, turn'd itself<br>
+To spirit and water, and with anguish forth<br>
+Gush'd through the lips and eyelids from the heart.<br>
+<br>Upon the chariot's right edge still she stood,<br>
+Immovable, and thus address'd her words<br>
+To those bright semblances with pity touch'd:<br>
+"Ye in th' eternal day your vigils keep,<br>
+So that nor night nor slumber, with close stealth,<br>
+Conveys from you a single step in all<br>
+The goings on of life: thence with more heed<br>
+I shape mine answer, for his ear intended,<br>
+Who there stands weeping, that the sorrow now<br>
+May equal the transgression. &nbsp;Not alone<br>
+Through operation of the mighty orbs,<br>
+That mark each seed to some predestin'd aim,<br>
+As with aspect or fortunate or ill<br>
+The constellations meet, but through benign<br>
+Largess of heav'nly graces, which rain down<br>
+From such a height, as mocks our vision, this man<br>
+Was in the freshness of his being, such,<br>
+So gifted virtually, that in him<br>
+All better habits wond'rously had thriv'd.<br>
+The more of kindly strength is in the soil,<br>
+So much doth evil seed and lack of culture<br>
+Mar it the more, and make it run to wildness.<br>
+These looks sometime upheld him; for I show'd<br>
+My youthful eyes, and led him by their light<br>
+In upright walking. &nbsp;Soon as I had reach'd<br>
+The threshold of my second age, and chang'd<br>
+My mortal for immortal, then he left me,<br>
+And gave himself to others. &nbsp;When from flesh<br>
+To spirit I had risen, and increase<br>
+Of beauty and of virtue circled me,<br>
+I was less dear to him, and valued less.<br>
+His steps were turn'd into deceitful ways,<br>
+Following false images of good, that make<br>
+No promise perfect. &nbsp;Nor avail'd me aught<br>
+To sue for inspirations, with the which,<br>
+I, both in dreams of night, and otherwise,<br>
+Did call him back; of them so little reck'd him,<br>
+Such depth he fell, that all device was short<br>
+Of his preserving, save that he should view<br>
+The children of perdition. &nbsp;To this end<br>
+I visited the purlieus of the dead:<br>
+And one, who hath conducted him thus high,<br>
+Receiv'd my supplications urg'd with weeping.<br>
+It were a breaking of God's high decree,<br>
+If Lethe should be past, and such food tasted<br>
+Without the cost of some repentant tear."</p>
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+<br><br>
+<a name="31"></a>
+<br><br>
+<h2>CANTO XXXI</h2>
+<br>
+
+<p>"O Thou!" &nbsp;her words she thus without delay<br>
+Resuming, turn'd their point on me, to whom<br>
+They but with lateral edge seem'd harsh before,<br>
+"Say thou, who stand'st beyond the holy stream,<br>
+If this be true. &nbsp;A charge so grievous needs<br>
+Thine own avowal." &nbsp;On my faculty<br>
+Such strange amazement hung, the voice expir'd<br>
+Imperfect, ere its organs gave it birth.<br>
+<br>A little space refraining, then she spake:<br>
+"What dost thou muse on? &nbsp;Answer me. &nbsp;The wave<br>
+On thy remembrances of evil yet<br>
+Hath done no injury." &nbsp;A mingled sense<br>
+Of fear and of confusion, from my lips<br>
+Did such a "Yea" produce, as needed help<br>
+Of vision to interpret. &nbsp;As when breaks<br>
+In act to be discharg'd, a cross-bow bent<br>
+Beyond its pitch, both nerve and bow o'erstretch'd,<br>
+The flagging weapon feebly hits the mark;<br>
+Thus, tears and sighs forth gushing, did I burst<br>
+Beneath the heavy load, and thus my voice<br>
+Was slacken'd on its way. &nbsp;She straight began:<br>
+"When my desire invited thee to love<br>
+The good, which sets a bound to our aspirings,<br>
+What bar of thwarting foss or linked chain<br>
+Did meet thee, that thou so should'st quit the hope<br>
+Of further progress, or what bait of ease<br>
+Or promise of allurement led thee on<br>
+Elsewhere, that thou elsewhere should'st rather wait?"<br>
+<br>A bitter sigh I drew, then scarce found voice<br>
+To answer, hardly to these sounds my lips<br>
+Gave utterance, wailing: "Thy fair looks withdrawn,<br>
+Things present, with deceitful pleasures, turn'd<br>
+My steps aside." &nbsp;She answering spake: "Hadst thou<br>
+Been silent, or denied what thou avow'st,<br>
+Thou hadst not hid thy sin the more: such eye<br>
+Observes it. &nbsp;But whene'er the sinner's cheek<br>
+Breaks forth into the precious-streaming tears<br>
+Of self-accusing, in our court the wheel<br>
+Of justice doth run counter to the edge.<br>
+Howe'er that thou may'st profit by thy shame<br>
+For errors past, and that henceforth more strength<br>
+May arm thee, when thou hear'st the Siren-voice,<br>
+Lay thou aside the motive to this grief,<br>
+And lend attentive ear, while I unfold<br>
+How opposite a way my buried flesh<br>
+Should have impell'd thee. &nbsp;Never didst thou spy<br>
+In art or nature aught so passing sweet,<br>
+As were the limbs, that in their beauteous frame<br>
+Enclos'd me, and are scatter'd now in dust.<br>
+If sweetest thing thus fail'd thee with my death,<br>
+What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish<br>
+Have tempted? &nbsp;When thou first hadst felt the dart<br>
+Of perishable things, in my departing<br>
+For better realms, thy wing thou should'st have prun'd<br>
+To follow me, and never stoop'd again<br>
+To 'bide a second blow for a slight girl,<br>
+Or other gaud as transient and as vain.<br>
+The new and inexperienc'd bird awaits,<br>
+Twice it may be, or thrice, the fowler's aim;<br>
+But in the sight of one, whose plumes are full,<br>
+In vain the net is spread, the arrow wing'd."<br>
+<br>I stood, as children silent and asham'd<br>
+Stand, list'ning, with their eyes upon the earth,<br>
+Acknowledging their fault and self-condemn'd.<br>
+And she resum'd: "If, but to hear thus pains thee,<br>
+Raise thou thy beard, and lo! what sight shall do!"<br>
+<br>With less reluctance yields a sturdy holm,<br>
+Rent from its fibers by a blast, that blows<br>
+From off the pole, or from Iarbas' land,<br>
+Than I at her behest my visage rais'd:<br>
+And thus the face denoting by the beard,<br>
+I mark'd the secret sting her words convey'd.<br>
+<br>No sooner lifted I mine aspect up,<br>
+Than downward sunk that vision I beheld<br>
+Of goodly creatures vanish; and mine eyes<br>
+Yet unassur'd and wavering, bent their light<br>
+On Beatrice. &nbsp;Towards the animal,<br>
+Who joins two natures in one form, she turn'd,<br>
+And, even under shadow of her veil,<br>
+And parted by the verdant rill, that flow'd<br>
+Between, in loveliness appear'd as much<br>
+Her former self surpassing, as on earth<br>
+All others she surpass'd. &nbsp;Remorseful goads<br>
+Shot sudden through me. &nbsp;Each thing else, the more<br>
+Its love had late beguil'd me, now the more<br>
+I Was loathsome. &nbsp;On my heart so keenly smote<br>
+The bitter consciousness, that on the ground<br>
+O'erpower'd I fell: and what my state was then,<br>
+She knows who was the cause. &nbsp;When now my strength<br>
+Flow'd back, returning outward from the heart,<br>
+The lady, whom alone I first had seen,<br>
+I found above me. &nbsp;"Loose me not," she cried:<br>
+"Loose not thy hold;" and lo! had dragg'd me high<br>
+As to my neck into the stream, while she,<br>
+Still as she drew me after, swept along,<br>
+Swift as a shuttle, bounding o'er the wave.<br>
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+<br>The blessed shore approaching then was heard<br>
+So sweetly, "Tu asperges me," that I<br>
+May not remember, much less tell the sound.<br>
+The beauteous dame, her arms expanding, clasp'd<br>
+My temples, and immerg'd me, where 't was fit<br>
+The wave should drench me: and thence raising up,<br>
+Within the fourfold dance of lovely nymphs<br>
+Presented me so lav'd, and with their arm<br>
+They each did cover me. &nbsp;"Here are we nymphs,<br>
+And in the heav'n are stars. &nbsp;Or ever earth<br>
+Was visited of Beatrice, we<br>
+Appointed for her handmaids, tended on her.<br>
+We to her eyes will lead thee; but the light<br>
+Of gladness that is in them, well to scan,<br>
+Those yonder three, of deeper ken than ours,<br>
+Thy sight shall quicken." &nbsp;Thus began their song;<br>
+And then they led me to the Gryphon's breast,<br>
+While, turn'd toward us, Beatrice stood.<br>
+"Spare not thy vision. &nbsp;We have stationed thee<br>
+Before the emeralds, whence love erewhile<br>
+Hath drawn his weapons on thee." &nbsp;As they spake,<br>
+A thousand fervent wishes riveted<br>
+Mine eyes upon her beaming eyes, that stood<br>
+Still fix'd toward the Gryphon motionless.<br>
+As the sun strikes a mirror, even thus<br>
+Within those orbs the twofold being, shone,<br>
+For ever varying, in one figure now<br>
+Reflected, now in other. &nbsp;Reader! muse<br>
+How wond'rous in my sight it seem'd to mark<br>
+A thing, albeit steadfast in itself,<br>
+Yet in its imag'd semblance mutable.<br>
+<br>Full of amaze, and joyous, while my soul<br>
+Fed on the viand, whereof still desire<br>
+Grows with satiety, the other three<br>
+With gesture, that declar'd a loftier line,<br>
+Advanc'd: to their own carol on they came<br>
+Dancing in festive ring angelical.<br>
+<br>"Turn, Beatrice!" was their song: "O turn<br>
+Thy saintly sight on this thy faithful one,<br>
+Who to behold thee many a wearisome pace<br>
+Hath measur'd. &nbsp;Gracious at our pray'r vouchsafe<br>
+Unveil to him thy cheeks: that he may mark<br>
+Thy second beauty, now conceal'd." &nbsp;O splendour!<br>
+O sacred light eternal! who is he<br>
+So pale with musing in Pierian shades,<br>
+Or with that fount so lavishly imbued,<br>
+Whose spirit should not fail him in th' essay<br>
+To represent thee such as thou didst seem,<br>
+When under cope of the still-chiming heaven<br>
+Thou gav'st to open air thy charms reveal'd.</p>
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+<h2>CANTO XXXII</h2>
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+<p>Mine eyes with such an eager coveting,<br>
+Were bent to rid them of their ten years' thirst,<br>
+No other sense was waking: and e'en they<br>
+Were fenc'd on either side from heed of aught;<br>
+So tangled in its custom'd toils that smile<br>
+Of saintly brightness drew me to itself,<br>
+When forcibly toward the left my sight<br>
+The sacred virgins turn'd; for from their lips<br>
+I heard the warning sounds: "Too fix'd a gaze!"<br>
+<br>Awhile my vision labor'd; as when late<br>
+Upon the' o'erstrained eyes the sun hath smote:<br>
+But soon to lesser object, as the view<br>
+Was now recover'd (lesser in respect<br>
+To that excess of sensible, whence late<br>
+I had perforce been sunder'd) on their right<br>
+I mark'd that glorious army wheel, and turn,<br>
+Against the sun and sev'nfold lights, their front.<br>
+As when, their bucklers for protection rais'd,<br>
+A well-rang'd troop, with portly banners curl'd,<br>
+Wheel circling, ere the whole can change their ground:<br>
+E'en thus the goodly regiment of heav'n<br>
+Proceeding, all did pass us, ere the car<br>
+Had slop'd his beam. &nbsp;Attendant at the wheels<br>
+The damsels turn'd; and on the Gryphon mov'd<br>
+The sacred burden, with a pace so smooth,<br>
+No feather on him trembled. &nbsp;The fair dame<br>
+Who through the wave had drawn me, companied<br>
+By Statius and myself, pursued the wheel,<br>
+Whose orbit, rolling, mark'd a lesser arch.<br>
+<br>Through the high wood, now void (the more her blame,<br>
+Who by the serpent was beguil'd) I past<br>
+With step in cadence to the harmony<br>
+Angelic. &nbsp;Onward had we mov'd, as far<br>
+Perchance as arrow at three several flights<br>
+Full wing'd had sped, when from her station down<br>
+Descended Beatrice. &nbsp;With one voice<br>
+All murmur'd &nbsp;"Adam," circling next a plant<br>
+Despoil'd of flowers and leaf on every bough.<br>
+Its tresses, spreading more as more they rose,<br>
+Were such, as 'midst their forest wilds for height<br>
+The Indians might have gaz'd at. &nbsp;"Blessed thou!<br>
+Gryphon, whose beak hath never pluck'd that tree<br>
+Pleasant to taste: for hence the appetite<br>
+Was warp'd to evil." &nbsp;Round the stately trunk<br>
+Thus shouted forth the rest, to whom return'd<br>
+The animal twice-gender'd: "Yea: for so<br>
+The generation of the just are sav'd."<br>
+And turning to the chariot-pole, to foot<br>
+He drew it of the widow'd branch, and bound<br>
+There left unto the stock whereon it grew.<br>
+<br>As when large floods of radiance from above<br>
+Stream, with that radiance mingled, which ascends<br>
+Next after setting of the scaly sign,<br>
+Our plants then burgeon, and each wears anew<br>
+His wonted colours, ere the sun have yok'd<br>
+Beneath another star his flamy steeds;<br>
+Thus putting forth a hue, more faint than rose,<br>
+And deeper than the violet, was renew'd<br>
+The plant, erewhile in all its branches bare.<br>
+<br>Unearthly was the hymn, which then arose.<br>
+I understood it not, nor to the end<br>
+Endur'd the harmony. &nbsp;Had I the skill<br>
+To pencil forth, how clos'd th' unpitying eyes<br>
+Slumb'ring, when Syrinx warbled, (eyes that paid<br>
+So dearly for their watching,) then like painter,<br>
+That with a model paints, I might design<br>
+The manner of my falling into sleep.<br>
+But feign who will the slumber cunningly;<br>
+I pass it by to when I wak'd, and tell<br>
+How suddenly a flash of splendour rent<br>
+The curtain of my sleep, and one cries out:<br>
+"Arise, what dost thou?" &nbsp;As the chosen three,<br>
+On Tabor's mount, admitted to behold<br>
+The blossoming of that fair tree, whose fruit<br>
+Is coveted of angels, and doth make<br>
+Perpetual feast in heaven, to themselves<br>
+Returning at the word, whence deeper sleeps<br>
+Were broken, that they their tribe diminish'd saw,<br>
+Both Moses and Elias gone, and chang'd<br>
+The stole their master wore: thus to myself<br>
+Returning, over me beheld I stand<br>
+The piteous one, who cross the stream had brought<br>
+My steps. &nbsp;"And where," all doubting, I exclaim'd,<br>
+"Is Beatrice?"&mdash;"See her," she replied,<br>
+"Beneath the fresh leaf seated on its root.<br>
+Behold th' associate choir that circles her.<br>
+The others, with a melody more sweet<br>
+And more profound, journeying to higher realms,<br>
+Upon the Gryphon tend." &nbsp;If there her words<br>
+Were clos'd, I know not; but mine eyes had now<br>
+Ta'en view of her, by whom all other thoughts<br>
+Were barr'd admittance. &nbsp;On the very ground<br>
+Alone she sat, as she had there been left<br>
+A guard upon the wain, which I beheld<br>
+Bound to the twyform beast. &nbsp;The seven nymphs<br>
+Did make themselves a cloister round about her,<br>
+And in their hands upheld those lights secure<br>
+From blast septentrion and the gusty south.<br>
+<br>"A little while thou shalt be forester here:<br>
+And citizen shalt be forever with me,<br>
+Of that true Rome, wherein Christ dwells a Roman<br>
+To profit the misguided world, keep now<br>
+Thine eyes upon the car; and what thou seest,<br>
+Take heed thou write, returning to that place."<br>
+<br>Thus Beatrice: at whose feet inclin'd<br>
+Devout, at her behest, my thought and eyes,<br>
+I, as she bade, directed. &nbsp;Never fire,<br>
+With so swift motion, forth a stormy cloud<br>
+Leap'd downward from the welkin's farthest bound,<br>
+As I beheld the bird of Jove descending<br>
+Pounce on the tree, and, as he rush'd, the rind,<br>
+Disparting crush beneath him, buds much more<br>
+And leaflets. &nbsp;On the car with all his might<br>
+He struck, whence, staggering like a ship, it reel'd,<br>
+At random driv'n, to starboard now, o'ercome,<br>
+And now to larboard, by the vaulting waves.<br>
+<br>Next springing up into the chariot's womb<br>
+A fox I saw, with hunger seeming pin'd<br>
+Of all good food. &nbsp;But, for his ugly sins<br>
+The saintly maid rebuking him, away<br>
+Scamp'ring he turn'd, fast as his hide-bound corpse<br>
+Would bear him. &nbsp;Next, from whence before he came,<br>
+I saw the eagle dart into the hull<br>
+O' th' car, and leave it with his feathers lin'd;<br>
+And then a voice, like that which issues forth<br>
+From heart with sorrow riv'd, did issue forth<br>
+From heav'n, and, "O poor bark of mine!" it cried,<br>
+"How badly art thou freighted!" &nbsp;Then, it seem'd,<br>
+That the earth open'd between either wheel,<br>
+And I beheld a dragon issue thence,<br>
+That through the chariot fix'd his forked train;<br>
+And like a wasp that draggeth back the sting,<br>
+So drawing forth his baleful train, he dragg'd<br>
+Part of the bottom forth, and went his way<br>
+Exulting. &nbsp;What remain'd, as lively turf<br>
+With green herb, so did clothe itself with plumes,<br>
+Which haply had with purpose chaste and kind<br>
+Been offer'd; and therewith were cloth'd the wheels,<br>
+Both one and other, and the beam, so quickly<br>
+A sigh were not breath'd sooner. &nbsp;Thus transform'd,<br>
+The holy structure, through its several parts,<br>
+Did put forth heads, three on the beam, and one<br>
+On every side; the first like oxen horn'd,<br>
+But with a single horn upon their front<br>
+The four. &nbsp;Like monster sight hath never seen.<br>
+O'er it methought there sat, secure as rock<br>
+On mountain's lofty top, a shameless whore,<br>
+Whose ken rov'd loosely round her. &nbsp;At her side,<br>
+As 't were that none might bear her off, I saw<br>
+A giant stand; and ever, and anon<br>
+They mingled kisses. &nbsp;But, her lustful eyes<br>
+Chancing on me to wander, that fell minion<br>
+Scourg'd her from head to foot all o'er; then full<br>
+Of jealousy, and fierce with rage, unloos'd<br>
+The monster, and dragg'd on, so far across<br>
+The forest, that from me its shades alone<br>
+Shielded the harlot and the new-form'd brute.</p>
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+<p>"The heathen, Lord! are come!" responsive thus,<br>
+The trinal now, and now the virgin band<br>
+Quaternion, their sweet psalmody began,<br>
+Weeping; and Beatrice listen'd, sad<br>
+And sighing, to the song', in such a mood,<br>
+That Mary, as she stood beside the cross,<br>
+Was scarce more chang'd. &nbsp;But when they gave her place<br>
+To speak, then, risen upright on her feet,<br>
+She, with a colour glowing bright as fire,<br>
+Did answer: "Yet a little while, and ye<br>
+Shall see me not; and, my beloved sisters,<br>
+Again a little while, and ye shall see me."<br>
+<br>Before her then she marshall'd all the seven,<br>
+And, beck'ning only motion'd me, the dame,<br>
+And that remaining sage, to follow her.<br>
+<br>So on she pass'd; and had not set, I ween,<br>
+Her tenth step to the ground, when with mine eyes<br>
+Her eyes encounter'd; and, with visage mild,<br>
+"So mend thy pace," she cried, "that if my words<br>
+Address thee, thou mayst still be aptly plac'd<br>
+To hear them." &nbsp;Soon as duly to her side<br>
+I now had hasten'd: "Brother!" she began,<br>
+"Why mak'st thou no attempt at questioning,<br>
+As thus we walk together?" &nbsp;Like to those<br>
+Who, speaking with too reverent an awe<br>
+Before their betters, draw not forth the voice<br>
+Alive unto their lips, befell me shell<br>
+That I in sounds imperfect thus began:<br>
+"Lady! what I have need of, that thou know'st,<br>
+And what will suit my need." &nbsp;She answering thus:<br>
+"Of fearfulness and shame, I will, that thou<br>
+Henceforth do rid thee: that thou speak no more,<br>
+As one who dreams. &nbsp;Thus far be taught of me:<br>
+The vessel, which thou saw'st the serpent break,<br>
+Was and is not: let him, who hath the blame,<br>
+Hope not to scare God's vengeance with a sop.<br>
+Without an heir for ever shall not be<br>
+That eagle, he, who left the chariot plum'd,<br>
+Which monster made it first and next a prey.<br>
+Plainly I view, and therefore speak, the stars<br>
+E'en now approaching, whose conjunction, free<br>
+From all impediment and bar, brings on<br>
+A season, in the which, one sent from God,<br>
+(Five hundred, five, and ten, do mark him out)<br>
+That foul one, and th' accomplice of her guilt,<br>
+The giant, both shall slay. &nbsp;And if perchance<br>
+My saying, dark as Themis or as Sphinx,<br>
+Fail to persuade thee, (since like them it foils<br>
+The intellect with blindness) yet ere long<br>
+Events shall be the Naiads, that will solve<br>
+This knotty riddle, and no damage light<br>
+On flock or field. &nbsp;Take heed; and as these words<br>
+By me are utter'd, teach them even so<br>
+To those who live that life, which is a race<br>
+To death: and when thou writ'st them, keep in mind<br>
+Not to conceal how thou hast seen the plant,<br>
+That twice hath now been spoil'd. &nbsp;This whoso robs,<br>
+This whoso plucks, with blasphemy of deed<br>
+Sins against God, who for his use alone<br>
+Creating hallow'd it. &nbsp;For taste of this,<br>
+In pain and in desire, five thousand years<br>
+And upward, the first soul did yearn for him,<br>
+Who punish'd in himself the fatal gust.<br>
+<br>"Thy reason slumbers, if it deem this height<br>
+And summit thus inverted of the plant,<br>
+Without due cause: and were not vainer thoughts,<br>
+As Elsa's numbing waters, to thy soul,<br>
+And their fond pleasures had not dyed it dark<br>
+As Pyramus the mulberry, thou hadst seen,<br>
+In such momentous circumstance alone,<br>
+God's equal justice morally implied<br>
+In the forbidden tree. &nbsp;But since I mark thee<br>
+In understanding harden'd into stone,<br>
+And, to that hardness, spotted too and stain'd,<br>
+So that thine eye is dazzled at my word,<br>
+I will, that, if not written, yet at least<br>
+Painted thou take it in thee, for the cause,<br>
+That one brings home his staff inwreath'd with palm.<br>
+<br>I thus: "As wax by seal, that changeth not<br>
+Its impress, now is stamp'd my brain by thee.<br>
+But wherefore soars thy wish'd-for speech so high<br>
+Beyond my sight, that loses it the more,<br>
+The more it strains to reach it?"&mdash;"To the end<br>
+That thou mayst know," she answer'd straight, "the school,<br>
+That thou hast follow'd; and how far behind,<br>
+When following my discourse, its learning halts:<br>
+And mayst behold your art, from the divine<br>
+As distant, as the disagreement is<br>
+'Twixt earth and heaven's most high and rapturous orb."<br>
+<br>"I not remember," I replied, "that e'er<br>
+I was estrang'd from thee, nor for such fault<br>
+Doth conscience chide me." &nbsp;Smiling she return'd:<br>
+"If thou canst, not remember, call to mind<br>
+How lately thou hast drunk of Lethe's wave;<br>
+And, sure as smoke doth indicate a flame,<br>
+In that forgetfulness itself conclude<br>
+Blame from thy alienated will incurr'd.<br>
+From henceforth verily my words shall be<br>
+As naked as will suit them to appear<br>
+In thy unpractis'd view." &nbsp;More sparkling now,<br>
+And with retarded course the sun possess'd<br>
+The circle of mid-day, that varies still<br>
+As th' aspect varies of each several clime,<br>
+When, as one, sent in vaward of a troop<br>
+For escort, pauses, if perchance he spy<br>
+Vestige of somewhat strange and rare: so paus'd<br>
+The sev'nfold band, arriving at the verge<br>
+Of a dun umbrage hoar, such as is seen,<br>
+Beneath green leaves and gloomy branches, oft<br>
+To overbrow a bleak and alpine cliff.<br>
+And, where they stood, before them, as it seem'd,<br>
+Tigris and Euphrates both beheld,<br>
+Forth from one fountain issue; and, like friends,<br>
+Linger at parting. "O enlight'ning beam!<br>
+O glory of our kind! beseech thee say<br>
+What water this, which from one source deriv'd<br>
+Itself removes to distance from itself?"<br>
+<br>To such entreaty answer thus was made:<br>
+"Entreat Matilda, that she teach thee this."<br>
+<br>And here, as one, who clears himself of blame<br>
+Imputed, the fair dame return'd: "Of me<br>
+He this and more hath learnt; and I am safe<br>
+That Lethe's water hath not hid it from him."<br>
+<br>And Beatrice: "Some more pressing care<br>
+That oft the memory 'reeves, perchance hath made<br>
+His mind's eye dark. &nbsp;But lo! where Eunoe cows!<br>
+Lead thither; and, as thou art wont, revive<br>
+His fainting virtue." &nbsp;As a courteous spirit,<br>
+That proffers no excuses, but as soon<br>
+As he hath token of another's will,<br>
+Makes it his own; when she had ta'en me, thus<br>
+The lovely maiden mov'd her on, and call'd<br>
+To Statius with an air most lady-like:<br>
+"Come thou with him." &nbsp;Were further space allow'd,<br>
+Then, Reader, might I sing, though but in part,<br>
+That beverage, with whose sweetness I had ne'er<br>
+Been sated. &nbsp;But, since all the leaves are full,<br>
+Appointed for this second strain, mine art<br>
+With warning bridle checks me. &nbsp;I return'd<br>
+From the most holy wave, regenerate,<br>
+If 'en as new plants renew'd with foliage new,<br>
+Pure and made apt for mounting to the stars.</p>
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