THE DIVINE COMEDY: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso (3 Classic Translations in One Edition). Dante Alighieri
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       The secret of mine art: and only hence,

       Because I made him not a Daedalus,

       Prevail'd on one suppos'd his sire to burn me.

       But Minos to this chasm last of the ten,

       For that I practis'd alchemy on earth,

       Has doom'd me. Him no subterfuge eludes."

       Then to the bard I spake: "Was ever race

       Light as Sienna's? Sure not France herself

       Can show a tribe so frivolous and vain."

       The other leprous spirit heard my words,

       And thus return'd: "Be Stricca from this charge

       Exempted, he who knew so temp'rately

       To lay out fortune's gifts; and Niccolo

       Who first the spice's costly luxury

       Discover'd in that garden, where such seed

       Roots deepest in the soil: and be that troop

       Exempted, with whom Caccia of Asciano

       Lavish'd his vineyards and wide-spreading woods,

       And his rare wisdom Abbagliato show'd

       A spectacle for all. That thou mayst know

       Who seconds thee against the Siennese

       Thus gladly, bend this way thy sharpen'd sight,

       That well my face may answer to thy ken;

       So shalt thou see I am Capocchio's ghost,

       Who forg'd transmuted metals by the power

       Of alchemy; and if I scan thee right,

       Thus needs must well remember how I aped

       Creative nature by my subtle art."

       WHAT time resentment burn'd in Juno's breast

       For Semele against the Theban blood,

       As more than once in dire mischance was rued,

       Such fatal frenzy seiz'd on Athamas,

       That he his spouse beholding with a babe

       Laden on either arm, "Spread out," he cried,

       "The meshes, that I take the lioness

       And the young lions at the pass:" then forth

       Stretch'd he his merciless talons, grasping one,

       One helpless innocent, Learchus nam'd,

       Whom swinging down he dash'd upon a rock,

       And with her other burden self-destroy'd

       The hapless mother plung'd: and when the pride

       Of all-presuming Troy fell from its height,

       By fortune overwhelm'd, and the old king

       With his realm perish'd, then did Hecuba,

       A wretch forlorn and captive, when she saw

       Polyxena first slaughter'd, and her son,

       Her Polydorus, on the wild sea-beach

       Next met the mourner's view, then reft of sense

       Did she run barking even as a dog;

       Such mighty power had grief to wrench her soul.

       Bet ne'er the Furies or of Thebes or Troy

       With such fell cruelty were seen, their goads

       Infixing in the limbs of man or beast,

       As now two pale and naked ghost I saw

       That gnarling wildly scamper'd, like the swine

       Excluded from his stye. One reach'd Capocchio,

       And in the neck-joint sticking deep his fangs,

       Dragg'd him, that o'er the solid pavement rubb'd

       His belly stretch'd out prone. The other shape,

       He of Arezzo, there left trembling, spake;

       "That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood

       Of random mischief vent he still his spite."

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       To whom I answ'ring: "Oh! as thou dost hope,

       The other may not flesh its jaws on thee,

       Be patient to inform us, who it is,

       Ere it speed hence."—"That is the ancient soul

       Of wretched Myrrha," he replied, "who burn'd

       With most unholy flame for her own sire,

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       "And a false shape assuming, so perform'd

       The deed of sin; e'en as the other there,

       That onward passes, dar'd to counterfeit

       Donati's features, to feign'd testament

       The seal affixing, that himself might gain,

       For his own share, the lady of the herd."

       When vanish'd the two furious shades, on whom

       Mine eye was held, I turn'd it back to view

       The other cursed spirits. One I saw

       In fashion like a lute, had but the groin

       Been sever'd, where it meets the forked part.

       Swoln dropsy, disproportioning the limbs

       With ill-converted moisture, that the paunch

       Suits not the visage, open'd wide his lips

       Gasping as in the hectic man for drought,

       One towards the chin, the other upward curl'd.

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