Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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       These from the sepulchre shall rise again

       With the fist closed, and these with tresses shorn.

      Ill giving and ill keeping the fair world

       Have ta'en from them, and placed them in this scuffle;

       Whate'er it be, no words adorn I for it.

      Now canst thou, Son, behold the transient farce

       Of goods that are committed unto Fortune,

       For which the human race each other buffet;

      For all the gold that is beneath the moon,

       Or ever has been, of these weary souls

       Could never make a single one repose."

      "Master," I said to him, "now tell me also

       What is this Fortune which thou speakest of,

       That has the world's goods so within its clutches?"

      And he to me: "O creatures imbecile,

       What ignorance is this which doth beset you?

       Now will I have thee learn my judgment of her.

      He whose omniscience everything transcends

       The heavens created, and gave who should guide them,

       That every part to every part may shine,

      Distributing the light in equal measure;

       He in like manner to the mundane splendours

       Ordained a general ministress and guide,

      That she might change at times the empty treasures

       From race to race, from one blood to another,

       Beyond resistance of all human wisdom.

      Therefore one people triumphs, and another

       Languishes, in pursuance of her judgment,

       Which hidden is, as in the grass a serpent.

      Your knowledge has no counterstand against her;

       She makes provision, judges, and pursues

       Her governance, as theirs the other gods.

      Her permutations have not any truce;

       Necessity makes her precipitate,

       So often cometh who his turn obtains.

      And this is she who is so crucified

       Even by those who ought to give her praise,

       Giving her blame amiss, and bad repute.

      But she is blissful, and she hears it not;

       Among the other primal creatures gladsome

       She turns her sphere, and blissful she rejoices.

      Let us descend now unto greater woe;

       Already sinks each star that was ascending

       When I set out, and loitering is forbidden."

      We crossed the circle to the other bank,

       Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself

       Along a gully that runs out of it.

      The water was more sombre far than perse;

       And we, in company with the dusky waves,

       Made entrance downward by a path uncouth.

      A marsh it makes, which has the name of Styx,

       This tristful brooklet, when it has descended

       Down to the foot of the malign gray shores.

      And I, who stood intent upon beholding,

       Saw people mud-besprent in that lagoon,

       All of them naked and with angry look.

      They smote each other not alone with hands,

       But with the head and with the breast and feet,

       Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth.

      Said the good Master: "Son, thou now beholdest

       The souls of those whom anger overcame;

       And likewise I would have thee know for certain

      Beneath the water people are who sigh

       And make this water bubble at the surface,

       As the eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turns.

      Fixed in the mire they say, 'We sullen were

       In the sweet air, which by the sun is gladdened,

       Bearing within ourselves the sluggish reek;

      Now we are sullen in this sable mire.'

       This hymn do they keep gurgling in their throats,

       For with unbroken words they cannot say it."

      Thus we went circling round the filthy fen

       A great arc 'twixt the dry bank and the swamp,

       With eyes turned unto those who gorge the mire;

      Unto the foot of a tower we came at last.

      Canto VIII. Phlegyas. Philippo Argenti. The Gate of the City of Dis.

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      I say, continuing, that long before

       We to the foot of that high tower had come,

       Our eyes went upward to the summit of it,

      By reason of two flamelets we saw placed there,

       And from afar another answer them,

       So far, that hardly could the eye attain it.

      And, to the sea of all discernment turned,

       I said: "What sayeth this, and what respondeth

       That other fire? and who are they that made it?"

      And he to me: "Across the turbid waves

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