The Divine Comedy by Dante, Illustrated, Paradise, Complete. Dante Alighieri
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Название: The Divine Comedy by Dante, Illustrated, Paradise, Complete

Автор: Dante Alighieri

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СКАЧАТЬ elements,

       Which thou hast nam'd, and what of them is made,

       Are by created virtue' inform'd: create

       Their substance, and create the' informing virtue

       In these bright stars, that round them circling move

       The soul of every brute and of each plant,

       The ray and motion of the sacred lights,

       With complex potency attract and turn.

       But this our life the' eternal good inspires

       Immediate, and enamours of itself;

       So that our wishes rest for ever here.

       "And hence thou mayst by inference conclude

       Our resurrection certain, if thy mind

       Consider how the human flesh was fram'd,

       When both our parents at the first were made."

       Table of Contents

       The world was in its day of peril dark

       Wont to believe the dotage of fond love

       From the fair Cyprian deity, who rolls

       In her third epicycle, shed on men

       By stream of potent radiance: therefore they

       Of elder time, in their old error blind,

       Not her alone with sacrifice ador'd

       And invocation, but like honours paid

       To Cupid and Dione, deem'd of them

       Her mother, and her son, him whom they feign'd

       To sit in Dido's bosom: and from her,

       Whom I have sung preluding, borrow'd they

       The appellation of that star, which views,

       Now obvious and now averse, the sun.

       I was not ware that I was wafted up

       Into its orb; but the new loveliness

       That grac'd my lady, gave me ample proof

       That we had entered there. And as in flame

       A sparkle is distinct, or voice in voice

       Discern'd, when one its even tenour keeps,

       The other comes and goes; so in that light

       I other luminaries saw, that cours'd

       In circling motion rapid more or less,

       As their eternal phases each impels.

       Never was blast from vapour charged with cold,

       Whether invisible to eye or no,

       Descended with such speed, it had not seem'd

       To linger in dull tardiness, compar'd

       To those celestial lights, that tow'rds us came,

       Leaving the circuit of their joyous ring,

       Conducted by the lofty seraphim.

       And after them, who in the van appear'd,

       Such an hosanna sounded, as hath left

       Desire, ne'er since extinct in me, to hear

       Renew'd the strain. Then parting from the rest

       One near us drew, and sole began: "We all

       Are ready at thy pleasure, well dispos'd

       To do thee gentle service. We are they,

       To whom thou in the world erewhile didst Sing

       'O ye! whose intellectual ministry

       Moves the third heaven!' and in one orb we roll,

       One motion, one impulse, with those who rule

       Princedoms in heaven; yet are of love so full,

       That to please thee 't will be as sweet to rest."

       After mine eyes had with meek reverence

       Sought the celestial guide, and were by her

       Assur'd, they turn'd again unto the light

       Who had so largely promis'd, and with voice

       That bare the lively pressure of my zeal,

       "Tell who ye are," I cried. Forthwith it grew

       In size and splendour, through augmented joy;

       And thus it answer'd: "A short date below

       The world possess'd me. Had the time been more,

       Much evil, that will come, had never chanc'd.

       My gladness hides thee from me, which doth shine

       Around, and shroud me, as an animal

       In its own silk unswath'd. Thou lov'dst me well,

       And had'st good cause; for had my sojourning

       Been longer on the earth, the love I bare thee

       Had put forth more than blossoms. The left bank,

       That Rhone, when he hath mix'd with Sorga, laves."

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