The Divine Comedy. Dante Alighieri

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      CANTO V

      FROM the first circle I descended thus

      Down to the second, which, a lesser space

      Embracing, so much more of grief contains

      Provoking bitter moans. There, Minos stands

      Grinning with ghastly feature: he, of all

      Who enter, strict examining the crimes,

      Gives sentence, and dismisses them beneath,

      According as he foldeth him around:

      For when before him comes th' ill fated soul,

      It all confesses; and that judge severe

      Of sins, considering what place in hell

      Suits the transgression, with his tail so oft

      Himself encircles, as degrees beneath

      He dooms it to descend. Before him stand

      Always a num'rous throng; and in his turn

      Each one to judgment passing, speaks, and hears

      His fate, thence downward to his dwelling hurl'd.

      "O thou! who to this residence of woe

      Approachest?" when he saw me coming, cried

      Minos, relinquishing his dread employ,

      "Look how thou enter here; beware in whom

      Thou place thy trust; let not the entrance broad

      Deceive thee to thy harm." To him my guide:

      "Wherefore exclaimest? Hinder not his way

      By destiny appointed; so 'tis will'd

      Where will and power are one. Ask thou no more."

      Now 'gin the rueful wailings to be heard.

      Now am I come where many a plaining voice

      Smites on mine ear. Into a place I came

      Where light was silent all. Bellowing there groan'd

      A noise as of a sea in tempest torn

      By warring winds. The stormy blast of hell

      With restless fury drives the spirits on

      Whirl'd round and dash'd amain with sore annoy.

      When they arrive before the ruinous sweep,

      There shrieks are heard, there lamentations, moans,

      And blasphemies 'gainst the good Power in heaven.

      I understood that to this torment sad

      The carnal sinners are condemn'd, in whom

      Reason by lust is sway'd. As in large troops

      And multitudinous, when winter reigns,

      The starlings on their wings are borne abroad;

      So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls.

      On this side and on that, above, below,

      It drives them: hope of rest to solace them

      Is none, nor e'en of milder pang. As cranes,

      Chanting their dol'rous notes, traverse the sky,

      Stretch'd out in long array: so I beheld

      Spirits, who came loud wailing, hurried on

      By their dire doom. Then I: "Instructor! who

      Are these, by the black air so scourg'd?"—"The first

      'Mong those, of whom thou question'st," he replied,

      "O'er many tongues was empress. She in vice

      Of luxury was so shameless, that she made

      Liking be lawful by promulg'd decree,

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