Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон
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Название: Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection

Автор: Джон Мильтон

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СКАЧАТЬ turned him very quickly,

       And said: "Be quiet, be quiet, Scarmiglione;"

      Then said to us: "You can no farther go

       Forward upon this crag, because is lying

       All shattered, at the bottom, the sixth arch.

      And if it still doth please you to go onward,

       Pursue your way along upon this rock;

       Near is another crag that yields a path.

      Yesterday, five hours later than this hour,

       One thousand and two hundred sixty-six

       Years were complete, that here the way was broken.

      I send in that direction some of mine

       To see if any one doth air himself;

       Go ye with them; for they will not be vicious.

      Step forward, Alichino and Calcabrina,"

       Began he to cry out, "and thou, Cagnazzo;

       And Barbariccia, do thou guide the ten.

      Come forward, Libicocco and Draghignazzo,

       And tusked Ciriatto and Graffiacane,

       And Farfarello and mad Rubicante;

      Search ye all round about the boiling pitch;

       Let these be safe as far as the next crag,

       That all unbroken passes o'er the dens."

      "O me! what is it, Master, that I see?

       Pray let us go," I said, "without an escort,

       If thou knowest how, since for myself I ask none.

      If thou art as observant as thy wont is,

       Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth,

       And with their brows are threatening woe to us?"

      And he to me: "I will not have thee fear;

       Let them gnash on, according to their fancy,

       Because they do it for those boiling wretches."

      Along the left-hand dike they wheeled about;

       But first had each one thrust his tongue between

       His teeth towards their leader for a signal;

      And he had made a trumpet of his rump.

      Canto XXII. Ciampolo, Friar Gomita, and Michael Zanche. The Malabranche quarrel.

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      I have erewhile seen horsemen moving camp,

       Begin the storming, and their muster make,

       And sometimes starting off for their escape;

      Vaunt-couriers have I seen upon your land,

       O Aretines, and foragers go forth,

       Tournaments stricken, and the joustings run,

      Sometimes with trumpets and sometimes with bells,

       With kettle-drums, and signals of the castles,

       And with our own, and with outlandish things,

      But never yet with bagpipe so uncouth

       Did I see horsemen move, nor infantry,

       Nor ship by any sign of land or star.

      We went upon our way with the ten demons;

       Ah, savage company! but in the church

       With saints, and in the tavern with the gluttons!

      Ever upon the pitch was my intent,

       To see the whole condition of that Bolgia,

       And of the people who therein were burned.

      Even as the dolphins, when they make a sign

       To mariners by arching of the back,

       That they should counsel take to save their vessel,

      Thus sometimes, to alleviate his pain,

       One of the sinners would display his back,

       And in less time conceal it than it lightens.

      As on the brink of water in a ditch

       The frogs stand only with their muzzles out,

       So that they hide their feet and other bulk,

      So upon every side the sinners stood;

       But ever as Barbariccia near them came,

       Thus underneath the boiling they withdrew.

      I saw, and still my heart doth shudder at it,

       One waiting thus, even as it comes to pass

       One frog remains, and down another dives;

      And Graffiacan, who most confronted him,

       Grappled him by his tresses smeared with pitch,

       And drew him up, so that he seemed an otter.

      I knew, before, the names of all of them,

       So had I noted them when they were chosen,

       And when they called each other, listened how.

      "O Rubicante, see that thou do lay

       Thy claws upon him, so that thou mayst flay him,"

       Cried all together the accursed ones.

      And I: "My Master, see to it, if thou canst,

       That thou mayst know who is the luckless wight,

       Thus come into his adversaries' hands."

      Near to the side of him my Leader drew,

       Asked of him whence he was; and he replied:

       "I in the kingdom of Navarre was born;

      My mother placed me servant to a lord,

       For she had borne me to a ribald knave,

       Destroyer of himself and of СКАЧАТЬ