THE DIVINE COMEDY: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso (3 Classic Translations in One Edition). Dante Alighieri
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СКАЧАТЬ in itself,

       Or in the clime, that warms it), doth conceive,

       And from its womb produces many a tree

       Of various virtue. This when thou hast heard,

       The marvel ceases, if in yonder earth

       Some plant without apparent seed be found

       To fix its fibrous stem. And further learn,

       That with prolific foison of all seeds,

       This holy plain is fill'd, and in itself

       Bears fruit that ne'er was pluck'd on other soil.

       The water, thou behold'st, springs not from vein,

       As stream, that intermittently repairs

       And spends his pulse of life, but issues forth

       From fountain, solid, undecaying, sure;

       And by the will omnific, full supply

       Feeds whatsoe'er On either side it pours;

       On this devolv'd with power to take away

       Remembrance of offence, on that to bring

       Remembrance back of every good deed done.

       From whence its name of Lethe on this part;

       On th' other Eunoe: both of which must first

       Be tasted ere it work; the last exceeding

       All flavours else. Albeit thy thirst may now

       Be well contented, if I here break off,

       No more revealing: yet a corollary

       I freely give beside: nor deem my words

       Less grateful to thee, if they somewhat pass

       The stretch of promise. They, whose verse of yore

       The golden age recorded and its bliss,

       On the Parnassian mountain, of this place

       Perhaps had dream'd. Here was man guiltless, here

       Perpetual spring and every fruit, and this

       The far-fam'd nectar." Turning to the bards,

       When she had ceas'd, I noted in their looks

       A smile at her conclusion; then my face

       Again directed to the lovely dame.

       Singing, as if enamour'd, she resum'd

       And clos'd the song, with "Blessed they whose sins

       Are cover'd." Like the wood-nymphs then, that tripp'd

       Singly across the sylvan shadows, one

       Eager to view and one to 'scape the sun,

       So mov'd she on, against the current, up

       The verdant rivage. I, her mincing step

       Observing, with as tardy step pursued.

       Between us not an hundred paces trod,

       The bank, on each side bending equally,

       Gave me to face the orient. Nor our way

       Far onward brought us, when to me at once

       She turn'd, and cried: "My brother! look and hearken."

       And lo! a sudden lustre ran across

       Through the great forest on all parts, so bright

       I doubted whether lightning were abroad;

       But that expiring ever in the spleen,

       That doth unfold it, and this during still

       And waxing still in splendor, made me question

       What it might be: and a sweet melody

       Ran through the luminous air. Then did I chide

       With warrantable zeal the hardihood

       Of our first parent, for that there were earth

       Stood in obedience to the heav'ns, she only,

       Woman, the creature of an hour, endur'd not

       Restraint of any veil: which had she borne

       Devoutly, joys, ineffable as these,

       Had from the first, and long time since, been mine.

       While through that wilderness of primy sweets

       That never fade, suspense I walk'd, and yet

       Expectant of beatitude more high,

       Before us, like a blazing fire, the air

       Under the green boughs glow'd; and, for a song,

       Distinct the sound of melody was heard.

       O ye thrice holy virgins! for your sakes

       If e'er I suffer'd hunger, cold and watching,

       Occasion calls on me to crave your bounty.

       Now through my breast let Helicon his stream

       Pour copious; and Urania with her choir

       Arise to aid me: while the verse unfolds

       Things that do almost mock the grasp of thought.

       Onward a space, what seem'd seven trees of gold,

       The intervening distance to mine eye

       Falsely presented; but when I was come

       So near them, that no lineament was lost

       Of those, with which a doubtful object, seen

       Remotely, plays on the misdeeming sense,

       Then did the faculty, that ministers

       Discourse to reason, these for tapers of gold

       Distinguish, and it th' singing trace the sound

       "Hosanna." Above, their beauteous garniture

       Flam'd with more ample lustre, than the moon

       Through cloudless sky at midnight in her full.

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