THE DIVINE COMEDY: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso (3 Classic Translations in One Edition). Dante Alighieri
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СКАЧАТЬ Upon old Aesop's fable, where he told

       What fate unto the mouse and frog befell.

       For language hath not sounds more like in sense,

       Than are these chances, if the origin

       And end of each be heedfully compar'd.

       And as one thought bursts from another forth,

       So afterward from that another sprang,

       Which added doubly to my former fear.

       For thus I reason'd: "These through us have been

       So foil'd, with loss and mock'ry so complete,

       As needs must sting them sore. If anger then

       Be to their evil will conjoin'd, more fell

       They shall pursue us, than the savage hound

       Snatches the leveret, panting 'twixt his jaws."

       Already I perceiv'd my hair stand all

       On end with terror, and look'd eager back.

       "Teacher," I thus began, "if speedily

       Thyself and me thou hide not, much I dread

       Those evil talons. Even now behind

       They urge us: quick imagination works

       So forcibly, that I already feel them."

       He answer'd: "Were I form'd of leaded glass,

       I should not sooner draw unto myself

       Thy outward image, than I now imprint

       That from within. This moment came thy thoughts

       Presented before mine, with similar act

       And count'nance similar, so that from both

       I one design have fram'd. If the right coast

       Incline so much, that we may thence descend

       Into the other chasm, we shall escape

       Secure from this imagined pursuit."

       He had not spoke his purpose to the end,

       When I from far beheld them with spread wings

       Approach to take us. Suddenly my guide

       Caught me, ev'n as a mother that from sleep

       Is by the noise arous'd, and near her sees

       The climbing fires, who snatches up her babe

       And flies ne'er pausing, careful more of him

       Than of herself, that but a single vest

       Clings round her limbs. Down from the jutting beach

       Supine he cast him, to that pendent rock,

       Which closes on one part the other chasm.

       Never ran water with such hurrying pace

       Adown the tube to turn a landmill's wheel,

       When nearest it approaches to the spokes,

       As then along that edge my master ran,

       Carrying me in his bosom, as a child,

       Not a companion. Scarcely had his feet

       Reach'd to the lowest of the bed beneath,

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       When over us the steep they reach'd; but fear

       In him was none; for that high Providence,

       Which plac'd them ministers of the fifth foss,

       Power of departing thence took from them all.

       There in the depth we saw a painted tribe,

       Who pac'd with tardy steps around, and wept,

       Faint in appearance and o'ercome with toil.

       Caps had they on, with hoods, that fell low down

       Before their eyes, in fashion like to those

       Worn by the monks in Cologne. Their outside

       Was overlaid with gold, dazzling to view,

       But leaden all within, and of such weight,

       That Frederick's compar'd to these were straw.

       Oh, everlasting wearisome attire!

       We yet once more with them together turn'd

       To leftward, on their dismal moan intent.

       But by the weight oppress'd, so slowly came

       The fainting people, that our company

       Was chang'd at every movement of the step.

       Whence I my guide address'd: "See that thou find

       Some spirit, whose name may by his deeds be known,

       And to that end look round thee as thou go'st."

       Then one, who understood the Tuscan voice,

       Cried after us aloud: "Hold in your feet,

       Ye who so swiftly speed through the dusk air.

       Perchance from me thou shalt obtain thy wish."

       Whereat my leader, turning, me bespake:

       "Pause, and then onward at their pace proceed."

       I staid, and saw two Spirits in whose look

       Impatient eagerness of mind was mark'd

       To overtake me; but the load they bare

       And narrow path retarded their approach.

       Soon as arriv'd, they with an eye askance

       Perus'd me, but spake not: then turning each

       To other thus conferring said: "This one

       Seems, by the action of his throat, alive.

       And, be they dead, what privilege allows

       They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?"

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