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 Unto the summit of the scale, in time

       Remember ye my suff'rings." With such words

       He disappear'd in the refining flame.

       Now was the sun so station'd, as when first

       His early radiance quivers on the heights,

       Where stream'd his Maker's blood, while Libra hangs

       Above Hesperian Ebro, and new fires

       Meridian flash on Ganges' yellow tide.

       So day was sinking, when the' angel of God

       Appear'd before us. Joy was in his mien.

       Forth of the flame he stood upon the brink,

       And with a voice, whose lively clearness far

       Surpass'd our human, "Blessed are the pure

       In heart," he Sang: then near him as we came,

       "Go ye not further, holy spirits!" he cried,

       "Ere the fire pierce you: enter in; and list

       Attentive to the song ye hear from thence."

       I, when I heard his saying, was as one

       Laid in the grave. My hands together clasp'd,

       And upward stretching, on the fire I look'd,

       And busy fancy conjur'd up the forms

       Erewhile beheld alive consum'd in flames.

       Th' escorting spirits turn'd with gentle looks

       Toward me, and the Mantuan spake: "My son,

       Here torment thou mayst feel, but canst not death.

       Remember thee, remember thee, if I

       Safe e'en on Geryon brought thee: now I come

       More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now?

       Of this be sure: though in its womb that flame

       A thousand years contain'd thee, from thy head

       No hair should perish. If thou doubt my truth,

       Approach, and with thy hands thy vesture's hem

       Stretch forth, and for thyself confirm belief.

       Lay now all fear, O lay all fear aside.

       Turn hither, and come onward undismay'd."

       I still, though conscience urg'd' no step advanc'd.

       When still he saw me fix'd and obstinate,

       Somewhat disturb'd he cried: "Mark now, my son,

       From Beatrice thou art by this wall

       Divided." As at Thisbe's name the eye

       Of Pyramus was open'd (when life ebb'd

       Fast from his veins), and took one parting glance,

       While vermeil dyed the mulberry; thus I turn'd

       To my sage guide, relenting, when I heard

       The name, that springs forever in my breast.

       He shook his forehead; and, "How long," he said,

       "Linger we now?" then smil'd, as one would smile

       Upon a child, that eyes the fruit and yields.

       Into the fire before me then he walk'd;

       And Statius, who erewhile no little space

       Had parted us, he pray'd to come behind.

       I would have cast me into molten glass

       To cool me, when I enter'd; so intense

       Rag'd the conflagrant mass. The sire belov'd,

       To comfort me, as he proceeded, still

       Of Beatrice talk'd. "Her eyes," saith he,

       "E'en now I seem to view." From the other side

       A voice, that sang, did guide us, and the voice

       Following, with heedful ear, we issued forth,

       There where the path led upward. "Come," we heard,

       "Come, blessed of my Father." Such the sounds,

       That hail'd us from within a light, which shone

       So radiant, I could not endure the view.

       "The sun," it added, "hastes: and evening comes.

       Delay not: ere the western sky is hung

       With blackness, strive ye for the pass." Our way

       Upright within the rock arose, and fac'd

       Such part of heav'n, that from before my steps

       The beams were shrouded of the sinking sun.

       Nor many stairs were overpass, when now

       By fading of the shadow we perceiv'd

       The sun behind us couch'd: and ere one face

       Of darkness o'er its measureless expanse

       Involv'd th' horizon, and the night her lot

       Held individual, each of us had made

       A stair his pallet: not that will, but power,

       Had fail'd us, by the nature of that mount

       Forbidden further travel. As the goats,

       That late have skipp'd and wanton'd rapidly

       Upon the craggy cliffs, ere they had ta'en

       Their supper on the herb, now silent lie

       And ruminate beneath the umbrage brown,

       While noonday rages; and the goatherd leans

       Upon his staff, and leaning watches them:

       And as the swain, that lodges out all night

       In quiet by his flock, lest beast of prey

       Disperse them; even so all three abode,

       I as a goat and as the shepherds they,

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