THE DIVINE COMEDY: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso (3 Classic Translations in One Edition). Dante Alighieri
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СКАЧАТЬ Were seated. At the eyes forth gush'd their pangs.

       Against the vapours and the torrid soil

       Alternately their shifting hands they plied.

       Thus use the dogs in summer still to ply

       Their jaws and feet by turns, when bitten sore

       By gnats, or flies, or gadflies swarming round.

       Noting the visages of some, who lay

       Beneath the pelting of that dolorous fire,

       One of them all I knew not; but perceiv'd,

       That pendent from his neck each bore a pouch

       With colours and with emblems various mark'd,

       On which it seem'd as if their eye did feed.

       And when amongst them looking round I came,

       A yellow purse I saw with azure wrought,

       That wore a lion's countenance and port.

       Then still my sight pursuing its career,

       Another I beheld, than blood more red.

       A goose display of whiter wing than curd.

       And one, who bore a fat and azure swine

       Pictur'd on his white scrip, addressed me thus:

       "What dost thou in this deep? Go now and know,

       Since yet thou livest, that my neighbour here

       Vitaliano on my left shall sit.

       A Paduan with these Florentines am I.

       Ofttimes they thunder in mine ears, exclaiming

       'O haste that noble knight! he who the pouch

       With the three beaks will bring!'" This said, he writh'd

       The mouth, and loll'd the tongue out, like an ox

       That licks his nostrils. I, lest longer stay

       He ill might brook, who bade me stay not long,

       Backward my steps from those sad spirits turn'd.

       My guide already seated on the haunch

       Of the fierce animal I found; and thus

       He me encourag'd. "Be thou stout; be bold.

       Down such a steep flight must we now descend!

       Mount thou before: for that no power the tail

       May have to harm thee, I will be i' th' midst."

       As one, who hath an ague fit so near,

       His nails already are turn'd blue, and he

       Quivers all o'er, if he but eye the shade;

       Such was my cheer at hearing of his words.

       But shame soon interpos'd her threat, who makes

       The servant bold in presence of his lord.

       I settled me upon those shoulders huge,

       And would have said, but that the words to aid

       My purpose came not, "Look thou clasp me firm!"

       But he whose succour then not first I prov'd,

       Soon as I mounted, in his arms aloft,

       Embracing, held me up, and thus he spake:

       "Geryon! now move thee! be thy wheeling gyres

       Of ample circuit, easy thy descent.

       Think on th' unusual burden thou sustain'st."

       As a small vessel, back'ning out from land,

       Her station quits; so thence the monster loos'd,

       And when he felt himself at large, turn'd round

       There where the breast had been, his forked tail.

       Thus, like an eel, outstretch'd at length he steer'd,

       Gath'ring the air up with retractile claws.

       Not greater was the dread when Phaeton

       The reins let drop at random, whence high heaven,

       Whereof signs yet appear, was wrapt in flames;

       Nor when ill-fated Icarus perceiv'd,

       By liquefaction of the scalded wax,

       The trusted pennons loosen'd from his loins,

       His sire exclaiming loud, "Ill way thou keep'st!"

       Than was my dread, when round me on each part

       The air I view'd, and other object none

       Save the fell beast. He slowly sailing, wheels

       His downward motion, unobserv'd of me,

       But that the wind, arising to my face,

       Breathes on me from below. Now on our right

       I heard the cataract beneath us leap

       With hideous crash; whence bending down to' explore,

       New terror I conceiv'd at the steep plunge:

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       For flames I saw, and wailings smote mine ear:

       So that all trembling close I crouch'd my limbs,

       And then distinguish'd, unperceiv'd before,

       By the dread torments that on every side

       Drew nearer, how our downward course we wound.

       As falcon, that hath long been on the wing,

       But lure nor bird hath seen, while in despair

       The falconer cries, "Ah me! thou stoop'st to earth!"

       Wearied descends, and swiftly down the sky

       In many an orbit wheels, then lighting sits

       At distance from his lord in angry mood;

       So Geryon lighting places us on foot

       Low down at СКАЧАТЬ