Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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      The Guide said: "Now perforce must turn aside

       Our way a little, even to that beast

       Malevolent, that yonder coucheth him."

      We therefore on the right side descended,

       And made ten steps upon the outer verge,

       Completely to avoid the sand and flame;

      And after we are come to him, I see

       A little farther off upon the sand

       A people sitting near the hollow place.

      Then said to me the Master: "So that full

       Experience of this round thou bear away,

       Now go and see what their condition is.

      There let thy conversation be concise;

       Till thou returnest I will speak with him,

       That he concede to us his stalwart shoulders."

      Thus farther still upon the outermost

       Head of that seventh circle all alone

       I went, where sat the melancholy folk.

      Out of their eyes was gushing forth their woe;

       This way, that way, they helped them with their hands

       Now from the flames and now from the hot soil.

      Not otherwise in summer do the dogs,

       Now with the foot, now with the muzzle, when

       By fleas, or flies, or gadflies, they are bitten.

      When I had turned mine eyes upon the faces

       Of some, on whom the dolorous fire is falling,

       Not one of them I knew; but I perceived

      That from the neck of each there hung a pouch,

       Which certain colour had, and certain blazon;

       And thereupon it seems their eyes are feeding.

      And as I gazing round me come among them,

       Upon a yellow pouch I azure saw

       That had the face and posture of a lion.

      Proceeding then the current of my sight,

       Another of them saw I, red as blood,

       Display a goose more white than butter is.

      And one, who with an azure sow and gravid

       Emblazoned had his little pouch of white,

       Said unto me: "What dost thou in this moat?

      Now get thee gone; and since thou'rt still alive,

       Know that a neighbour of mine, Vitaliano,

       Will have his seat here on my left-hand side.

      A Paduan am I with these Florentines;

       Full many a time they thunder in mine ears,

       Exclaiming, 'Come the sovereign cavalier,

      He who shall bring the satchel with three goats;'"

       Then twisted he his mouth, and forth he thrust

       His tongue, like to an ox that licks its nose.

      And fearing lest my longer stay might vex

       Him who had warned me not to tarry long,

       Backward I turned me from those weary souls.

      I found my Guide, who had already mounted

       Upon the back of that wild animal,

       And said to me: "Now be both strong and bold.

      Now we descend by stairways such as these;

       Mount thou in front, for I will be midway,

       So that the tail may have no power to harm thee."

      Such as he is who has so near the ague

       Of quartan that his nails are blue already,

       And trembles all, but looking at the shade;

      Even such became I at those proffered words;

       But shame in me his menaces produced,

       Which maketh servant strong before good master.

      I seated me upon those monstrous shoulders;

       I wished to say, and yet the voice came not

       As I believed, "Take heed that thou embrace me."

      But he, who other times had rescued me

       In other peril, soon as I had mounted,

       Within his arms encircled and sustained me,

      And said: "Now, Geryon, bestir thyself;

       The circles large, and the descent be little;

       Think of the novel burden which thou hast."

      Even as the little vessel shoves from shore,

       Backward, still backward, so he thence withdrew;

       And when he wholly felt himself afloat,

      There where his breast had been he turned his tail,

       And that extended like an eel he moved,

       And with his paws drew to himself the air.

      A greater fear I do not think there was

       What time abandoned Phaeton the reins,

       Whereby the heavens, as still appears, were scorched;

      Nor when the wretched Icarus his flanks

       Felt stripped of feathers by the melting wax,

       His father crying, "An ill way thou takest!"

      Than was my own, when I perceived myself

       On all sides in the air, and saw extinguished

       The sight of everything but of the monster.

      Onward he goeth, swimming slowly, slowly;

       Wheels and descends, but I perceive it only

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