Harvard Classics Volume 20. Golden Deer Classics

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      The spirits whelm’d in woe. Earnest I look’d

      Into the depth, that open’d to my view,

      Moisten’d with tears of anguish, and beheld

      A tribe, that came along the hollow vale,

      In silence weeping: such their step as walk

      Quires, chanting solemn litanies, on earth.

      As on them more direct mine eye descends,

      Each wonderously seem’d to be reversed

      At the neck-bone, so that the countenance

      Was from the reins averted; and because

      None might before him look, they were compell’d

      To advance with backward gait. Thus one perhaps

      Hath been by force of palsy clean transposed,

      But I ne’er saw it nor believe it so.

      Now, reader! think within thyself, so God

      Fruit of thy reading give thee! how I long

      Could keep my visage dry, when I beheld

      Near me our form distorted in such guise,

      That on the hinder parts fallen from the face

      The tears down-streaming roll’d. Against a rock

      I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim’d:

      “What, and art thou, too, witless as the rest?

      Here pity most doth show herself alive,

      When she is dead. What guilt exceedeth his,

      Who with Heaven’s judgment in his passion strives?

      Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man

      Before whose eyes^[138] earth gaped in Thebes, when all

      Cried out ‘Amphiaraüs, whither rushest?

      Why leavest thou the war?’ He not the less

      Fell ruining far as to Minos down,

      Whose grapple none eludes. Lo! how he makes

      The breast his shoulders; and who once too far

      Before him wish’d to see, now backward looks,

      And treads reverse his path. Tiresias note,

      Who semblance changed, when woman he became

      Of male, through every limb transform’d; and then

      Once more behoved him with his rod to strike

      The two entwining serpents, ere the plumes,

      That mark’d the better sex, might shoot again.

      “Aruns,^[139] with rere his belly facing, comes.

      Luni’s mountains ’midst the marbles white,

      Where delves Carrara’s hind, who wons beneath,

      A cavern was his dwelling, whence the stars

      And main-sea whide in boundless view he held.

      “The next, whose loosen’d tresses overspread

      Her bosom, which thou seest not (for each hair

      On that side grows) was Manto, she who search’d

      Through many regions, and at length her seat

      Fix’d in my native land: whence a short space

      My words detain thy audience. When her sire

      From life departed, and in servitude

      The city dedicate to Bacchus mourn’d,

      Long time she went a wanderer through the world.

      Aloft in Italy’s delightful land

      A lake there lies, at foot of that proud Alp

      That o’er the Tyrol locks Germania in,

      Its name Benacus, from whose ample breast

      A thousand springs, methinks, and more, between

      Camonica and Garda, issuing forth,

      Water the Apennine. There is a spot^[140]

      At midway of that lake, where he who bears

      Of Trento’s flock the pastoral staff, with him

      Of Brescia, and the Veronese, might each

      Passing that way his benediction give.

      A garrison of goodly site and strong

      Peschiera^[141] stands, to awe with front opposed

      The Bergamese and Brescian, whence the shore

      More slope each way descends. There, whatsoe’er

      Benacus’ bosom holds not, tumbling o’er

      Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath

      Through the green pastures. Soon as in his course

      The stream makes head, Benacus then no more

      They call the name, but Mincius, till at last

      Reaching Governo, into Po he falls.

      Not far his course hath run, when a wide flat

      It finds, which overstretching as a marsh

      It covers, pestilent in summer oft.

      Hence journeying, the savage maiden saw

      Midst of the fen a territory waste

      And naked of inhabitants. To shun

      All human converse, here she with her slaves,

      Plying her arts, remain’d, and liv’d, and left

      Her body tenantless. Thenceforth the tribes,

      Who round were scatter’d, gathering to that place,

      Assembled; for its strength was great, enclosed

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