The vision of hell. Dante Alighieri
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Название: The vision of hell

Автор: Dante Alighieri

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       Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,

       And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,

       Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove

       To check my onward going; that ofttimes

       With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.

       The hour was morning's prime, and on his way

       Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,

       That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd

       Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope

       All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin

       Of that swift animal, the matin dawn

       And the sweet season. Soon that joy was chas'd,

       And by new dread succeeded, when in view

       A lion came, 'gainst me, as it appear'd,

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       With his head held aloft and hunger-mad,

       That e'en the air was fear-struck. A she-wolf

       Was at his heels, who in her leanness seem'd

       Full of all wants, and many a land hath made

       Disconsolate ere now. She with such fear

       O'erwhelmed me, at the sight of her appall'd,

       That of the height all hope I lost. As one,

       Who with his gain elated, sees the time

       When all unwares is gone, he inwardly

       Mourns with heart-griping anguish; such was I,

       Haunted by that fell beast, never at peace,

       Who coming o'er against me, by degrees

       Impell'd me where the sun in silence rests.

       While to the lower space with backward step

       I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,

       Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.

       When him in that great desert I espied,

       "Have mercy on me!" cried I out aloud,

       "Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!"

       He answer'd: "Now not man, man once I was,

       And born of Lombard parents, Mantuana both

       By country, when the power of Julius yet

       Was scarcely firm. At Rome my life was past

       Beneath the mild Augustus, in the time

       Of fabled deities and false. A bard

       Was I, and made Anchises' upright son

       The subject of my song, who came from Troy,

       When the flames prey'd on Ilium's haughty towers.

       But thou, say wherefore to such perils past

       Return'st thou? wherefore not this pleasant mount

       Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?"

       "And art thou then that Virgil, that well-spring,

       From which such copious floods of eloquence

       Have issued?" I with front abash'd replied.

       "Glory and light of all the tuneful train!

       May it avail me that I long with zeal

       Have sought thy volume, and with love immense

       Have conn'd it o'er. My master thou and guide!

       Thou he from whom alone I have deriv'd

       That style, which for its beauty into fame

       Exalts me. See the beast, from whom I fled.

       O save me from her, thou illustrious sage!

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       "For every vein and pulse throughout my frame

       She hath made tremble." He, soon as he saw

       That I was weeping, answer'd, "Thou must needs

       Another way pursue, if thou wouldst 'scape

       From out that savage wilderness. This beast,

       At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none

       To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:

       So bad and so accursed in her kind,

       That never sated is her ravenous will,

       Still after food more craving than before.

       To many an animal in wedlock vile

       She fastens, and shall yet to many more,

       Until that greyhound come, who shall destroy

       Her with sharp pain. He will not life support

       By earth nor its base metals, but by love,

       Wisdom, and virtue, and his land shall be

       The land 'twixt either Feltro. In his might

       Shall safety to Italia's plains arise,

       For whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,

       Nisus, Euryalus, and Turnus fell.

       He with incessant chase through every town

       Shall worry, until he to hell at length

       Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.

       I for thy profit pond'ring now devise,

       That thou mayst follow me, and I thy guide

       Will lead thee hence through an eternal space,

       Where thou shalt hear despairing shrieks, and see

       Spirits of old tormented, СКАЧАТЬ