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

Автор: Dante Alighieri

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СКАЧАТЬ Or more or less contract; but it appear'd

       As he, who show'd most patience in his look,

       Wailing exclaim'd: "I can endure no more."

       "O thou Almighty Father, who dost make

       The heavens thy dwelling, not in bounds confin'd,

       But that with love intenser there thou view'st

       Thy primal effluence, hallow'd be thy name:

       Join each created being to extol

       Thy might, for worthy humblest thanks and praise

       Is thy blest Spirit. May thy kingdom's peace

       Come unto us; for we, unless it come,

       With all our striving thither tend in vain.

       As of their will the angels unto thee

       Tender meet sacrifice, circling thy throne

       With loud hosannas, so of theirs be done

       By saintly men on earth. Grant us this day

       Our daily manna, without which he roams

       Through this rough desert retrograde, who most

       Toils to advance his steps. As we to each

       Pardon the evil done us, pardon thou

       Benign, and of our merit take no count.

       'Gainst the old adversary prove thou not

       Our virtue easily subdu'd; but free

       From his incitements and defeat his wiles.

       This last petition, dearest Lord! is made

       Not for ourselves, since that were needless now,

       But for their sakes who after us remain."

       Thus for themselves and us good speed imploring,

       Those spirits went beneath a weight like that

       We sometimes feel in dreams, all, sore beset,

       But with unequal anguish, wearied all,

       Round the first circuit, purging as they go,

       The world's gross darkness off: In our behalf

       If there vows still be offer'd, what can here

       For them be vow'd and done by such, whose wills

       Have root of goodness in them? Well beseems

       That we should help them wash away the stains

       They carried hence, that so made pure and light,

       They may spring upward to the starry spheres.

       "Ah! so may mercy-temper'd justice rid

       Your burdens speedily, that ye have power

       To stretch your wing, which e'en to your desire

       Shall lift you, as ye show us on which hand

       Toward the ladder leads the shortest way.

       And if there be more passages than one,

       Instruct us of that easiest to ascend;

       For this man who comes with me, and bears yet

       The charge of fleshly raiment Adam left him,

       Despite his better will but slowly mounts."

       From whom the answer came unto these words,

       Which my guide spake, appear'd not; but 'twas said.

       "Along the bank to rightward come with us,

       And ye shall find a pass that mocks not toil

       Of living man to climb: and were it not

       That I am hinder'd by the rock, wherewith

       This arrogant neck is tam'd, whence needs I stoop

       My visage to the ground, him, who yet lives,

       Whose name thou speak'st not him I fain would view.

       To mark if e'er I knew him? and to crave

       His pity for the fardel that I bear.

       I was of Latiun, of a Tuscan horn

       A mighty one: Aldobranlesco's name

       My sire's, I know not if ye e'er have heard.

       My old blood and forefathers' gallant deeds

       Made me so haughty, that I clean forgot

       The common mother, and to such excess,

       Wax'd in my scorn of all men, that I fell,

       Fell therefore; by what fate Sienna's sons,

       Each child in Campagnatico, can tell.

       I am Omberto; not me only pride

       Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd

       In mischief with her. Here my lot ordains

       Under this weight to groan, till I appease

       God's angry justice, since I did it not

       Amongst the living, here amongst the dead."

       List'ning I bent my visage down: and one

       (Not he who spake) twisted beneath the weight

       That urg'd him, saw me, knew me straight, and call'd,

       Holding his eyes With difficulty fix'd

       Intent upon me, stooping as I went

       Companion of their way. "O!" I exclaim'd,

       "Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou

       Agobbio's glory, glory of that art

       Which they of Paris call the limmer's skill?"

       "Brother!" said he, "with tints that gayer smile,

       Bolognian Franco's pencil lines the leaves.

       His all the honour now; mine borrow'd light.

       In truth I had not been СКАЧАТЬ