The Divine Comedy. Dante Alighieri

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      He was, that rais'd them here. We from the wood

      Were not so far remov'd, that turning round

      I might not have discern'd it, when we met

      A troop of spirits, who came beside the pier.

      They each one ey'd us, as at eventide

      One eyes another under a new moon,

      And toward us sharpen'd their sight as keen,

      As an old tailor at his needle's eye.

      Thus narrowly explor'd by all the tribe,

      I was agniz'd of one, who by the skirt

      Caught me, and cried, "What wonder have we here!"

      And I, when he to me outstretch'd his arm,

      Intently fix'd my ken on his parch'd looks,

      That although smirch'd with fire, they hinder'd not

      But I remember'd him; and towards his face

      My hand inclining, answer'd: "Sir! Brunetto!

      "And art thou here?" He thus to me: "My son!

      Oh let it not displease thee, if Brunetto

      Latini but a little space with thee

      Turn back, and leave his fellows to proceed."

      I thus to him replied: "Much as I can,

      I thereto pray thee; and if thou be willing,

      That I here seat me with thee, I consent;

      His leave, with whom I journey, first obtain'd."

      "O son!" said he, "whoever of this throng

      One instant stops, lies then a hundred years,

      No fan to ventilate him, when the fire

      Smites sorest. Pass thou therefore on. I close

      Will at thy garments walk, and then rejoin

      My troop, who go mourning their endless doom."

      I dar'd not from the path descend to tread

      On equal ground with him, but held my head

      Bent down, as one who walks in reverent guise.

      "What chance or destiny," thus he began,

      "Ere the last day conducts thee here below?

      And who is this, that shows to thee the way?"

      "There up aloft," I answer'd, "in the life

      Serene, I wander'd in a valley lost,

      Before mine age had to its fullness reach'd.

      But yester-morn I left it: then once more

      Into that vale returning, him I met;

      And by this path homeward he leads me back."

      "If thou," he answer'd, "follow but thy star,

      Thou canst not miss at last a glorious haven:

      Unless in fairer days my judgment err'd.

      And if my fate so early had not chanc'd,

      Seeing the heav'ns thus bounteous to thee, I

      Had gladly giv'n thee comfort in thy work.

      But that ungrateful and malignant race,

      Who in old times came down from Fesole,

      Ay and still smack of their rough mountain-flint,

      Will for thy good deeds shew thee enmity.

      Nor wonder; for amongst ill-savour'd crabs

      It suits not the sweet fig-tree lay her fruit.

      Old fame reports them in the world for blind,

      Covetous, envious, proud. Look to it well:

      Take heed thou cleanse thee of their ways. For thee

      Thy fortune hath such honour in reserve,

      That thou by either party shalt be crav'd

      With hunger keen: but be the fresh herb far

      From the goat's tooth. The herd of Fesole

      May of themselves make litter, not touch the plant,

      If any such yet spring on their rank bed,

      In which the holy seed revives, transmitted

      From those true Romans, who still there remain'd,

      When it was made the nest of so much ill."

      "Were all my wish fulfill'd," I straight replied,

      "Thou from the confines of man's nature yet

      Hadst not been driven forth; for in my mind

      Is fix'd, and now strikes full upon my heart

      The dear, benign, paternal image, such

      As thine was, when so lately thou didst teach me

      The way for man to win eternity;

      And how I priz'd the lesson, it behooves,

      That, long as life endures, my tongue should speak,

      What of my fate thou tell'st, that write I down:

      And with another text to comment on

      For her I keep it, the celestial dame,

      Who will know all, if I to her arrive.

      This only would I have thee clearly note:

      That so my conscience have no plea against me;

      Do fortune as she list, I stand prepar'd.

      Not new or strange such earnest to mine ear.

      Speed fortune then her wheel, as likes her best,

      The clown his mattock; all things have their course."

      Thereat my sapient guide upon his right

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