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

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       Benign Apollo! this last labour aid,

       And make me such a vessel of thy worth,

       As thy own laurel claims of me belov'd.

       Thus far hath one of steep Parnassus' brows

       Suffic'd me; henceforth there is need of both

       For my remaining enterprise Do thou

       Enter into my bosom, and there breathe

       So, as when Marsyas by thy hand was dragg'd

       Forth from his limbs unsheath'd. O power divine!

       If thou to me of shine impart so much,

       That of that happy realm the shadow'd form

       Trac'd in my thoughts I may set forth to view,

       Thou shalt behold me of thy favour'd tree

       Come to the foot, and crown myself with leaves;

       For to that honour thou, and my high theme

       Will fit me. If but seldom, mighty Sire!

       To grace his triumph gathers thence a wreath

       Caesar or bard (more shame for human wills

       Deprav'd) joy to the Delphic god must spring

       From the Pierian foliage, when one breast

       Is with such thirst inspir'd. From a small spark

       Great flame hath risen: after me perchance

       Others with better voice may pray, and gain

       From the Cirrhaean city answer kind.