The Divine Comedy by Dante, Illustrated, Purgatory, Complete. Dante Alighieri
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Название: The Divine Comedy by Dante, Illustrated, Purgatory, Complete

Автор: Dante Alighieri

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СКАЧАТЬ Through wonder first at me, and then at me

       And the light broken underneath, by turns.

       "Why are thy thoughts thus riveted?" my guide

       Exclaim'd, "that thou hast slack'd thy pace? or how

       Imports it thee, what thing is whisper'd here?

       Come after me, and to their babblings leave

       The crowd. Be as a tower, that, firmly set,

       Shakes not its top for any blast that blows!

       He, in whose bosom thought on thought shoots out,

       Still of his aim is wide, in that the one

       Sicklies and wastes to nought the other's strength."

       What other could I answer save "I come?"

       I said it, somewhat with that colour ting'd

       Which ofttimes pardon meriteth for man.

       Meanwhile traverse along the hill there came,

       A little way before us, some who sang

       The "Miserere" in responsive Strains.

       When they perceiv'd that through my body I

       Gave way not for the rays to pass, their song

       Straight to a long and hoarse exclaim they chang'd;

       And two of them, in guise of messengers,

       Ran on to meet us, and inquiring ask'd:

       "Of your condition we would gladly learn."

       To them my guide. "Ye may return, and bear

       Tidings to them who sent you, that his frame

       Is real flesh. If, as I deem, to view

       His shade they paus'd, enough is answer'd them.

       Him let them honour, they may prize him well."

       Ne'er saw I fiery vapours with such speed

       Cut through the serene air at fall of night,

       Nor August's clouds athwart the setting sun,

       That upward these did not in shorter space

       Return; and, there arriving, with the rest

       Wheel back on us, as with loose rein a troop.

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       "Many," exclaim'd the bard, "are these, who throng

       Around us: to petition thee they come.

       Go therefore on, and listen as thou go'st."

       "O spirit! who go'st on to blessedness

       With the same limbs, that clad thee at thy birth."

       Shouting they came, "a little rest thy step.

       Look if thou any one amongst our tribe

       Hast e'er beheld, that tidings of him there

       Thou mayst report. Ah, wherefore go'st thou on?

       Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? We all

       By violence died, and to our latest hour

       Were sinners, but then warn'd by light from heav'n,

       So that, repenting and forgiving, we

       Did issue out of life at peace with God,

       Who with desire to see him fills our heart."

       Then I: "The visages of all I scan

       Yet none of ye remember. But if aught,

       That I can do, may please you, gentle spirits!

       Speak; and I will perform it, by that peace,

       Which on the steps of guide so excellent

       Following from world to world intent I seek."

       In answer he began: "None here distrusts

       Thy kindness, though not promis'd with an oath;

       So as the will fail not for want of power.

       Whence I, who sole before the others speak,

       Entreat thee, if thou ever see that land,

       Which lies between Romagna and the realm

       Of Charles, that of thy courtesy thou pray

       Those who inhabit Fano, that for me

       Their adorations duly be put up,

       By which I may purge off my grievous sins.

       From thence I came. But the deep passages,

       Whence issued out the blood wherein I dwelt,

       Upon my bosom in Antenor's land

       Were made, where to be more secure I thought.

       The author of the deed was Este's prince,

       Who, more than right could warrant, with his wrath

       Pursued me. Had I towards Mira fled,

       When overta'en at Oriaco, still

       Might I have breath'd. But to the marsh I sped,

       And in the mire and rushes tangled there

       Fell, and beheld my life-blood float the plain."

       Then said another: "Ah! so may the wish,

       That takes thee o'er the mountain, be fulfill'd,

       As thou shalt graciously give aid to mine.

       Of Montefeltro I; Buonconte I:

       Giovanna nor none else have care for me,

       Sorrowing with these I therefore go." I thus:

       "From Campaldino's field what force or chance

       Drew thee, that ne'er thy sepulture was known?"

       "Oh!" answer'd he, "at Casentino's foot

       A stream there courseth, nam'd Archiano, sprung

       In Apennine above the Hermit's seat.

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