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

Автор: Dante Alighieri

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       A second death; and those next view, who dwell

       Content in fire, for that they hope to come,

       Whene'er the time may be, among the blest,

       Into whose regions if thou then desire

       T' ascend, a spirit worthier than I

       Must lead thee, in whose charge, when I depart,

       Thou shalt be left: for that Almighty King,

       Who reigns above, a rebel to his law,

       Adjudges me, and therefore hath decreed,

       That to his city none through me should come.

       He in all parts hath sway; there rules, there holds

       His citadel and throne. O happy those,

       Whom there he chooses!" I to him in few:

       "Bard! by that God, whom thou didst not adore,

       I do beseech thee (that this ill and worse

       I may escape) to lead me, where thou saidst,

       That I Saint Peter's gate may view, and those

       Who as thou tell'st, are in such dismal plight."

       Onward he mov'd, I close his steps pursu'd.

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       NOW was the day departing, and the air,

       Imbrown'd with shadows, from their toils releas'd

       All animals on earth; and I alone

       Prepar'd myself the conflict to sustain,

       Both of sad pity, and that perilous road,

       Which my unerring memory shall retrace.

       O Muses! O high genius! now vouchsafe

       Your aid! O mind! that all I saw hast kept

       Safe in a written record, here thy worth

       And eminent endowments come to proof.

       I thus began: "Bard! thou who art my guide,

       Consider well, if virtue be in me

       Sufficient, ere to this high enterprise

       Thou trust me. Thou hast told that Silvius' sire,

       Yet cloth'd in corruptible flesh, among

       Th' immortal tribes had entrance, and was there

       Sensible present. Yet if heaven's great Lord,

       Almighty foe to ill, such favour shew'd,

       In contemplation of the high effect,

       Both what and who from him should issue forth,

       It seems in reason's judgment well deserv'd:

       Sith he of Rome, and of Rome's empire wide,

       In heaven's empyreal height was chosen sire:

       Both which, if truth be spoken, were ordain'd

       And 'stablish'd for the holy place, where sits

       Who to great Peter's sacred chair succeeds.

       He from this journey, in thy song renown'd,

       Learn'd things, that to his victory gave rise

       And to the papal robe. In after-times

       The chosen vessel also travel'd there,

       To bring us back assurance in that faith,

       Which is the entrance to salvation's way.

       But I, why should I there presume? or who

       Permits it? not Aeneas I nor Paul.

       Myself I deem not worthy, and none else

       Will deem me. I, if on this voyage then

       I venture, fear it will in folly end.

       Thou, who art wise, better my meaning know'st,

       Than I can speak." As one, who unresolves

       What he hath late resolv'd, and with new thoughts

       Changes his purpose, from his first intent

       Remov'd; e'en such was I on that dun coast,

       Wasting in thought my enterprise, at first

       So eagerly embrac'd. "If right thy words

       I scan," replied that shade magnanimous,

       "Thy soul is by vile fear assail'd, which oft

       So overcasts a man, that he recoils

       From noblest resolution, like a beast

       At some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

       That from this terror thou mayst free thyself,

       I will instruct thee why I came, and what

       I heard in that same instant, when for thee

       Grief touch'd me first. I was among the tribe,

       Who rest suspended, when a dame, so blest

       And lovely, I besought her to command,

       Call'd me; her eyes were brighter than the star

       Of day; and she with gentle voice and soft

       Angelically tun'd her speech address'd:

       "O courteous shade of Mantua! thou whose fame

       Yet lives, and shall live long as nature lasts!

       A friend, not of my fortune but myself,

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