Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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      Even thus by the great sages 'tis confessed

       The phoenix dies, and then is born again,

       When it approaches its five-hundredth year;

      On herb or grain it feeds not in its life,

       But only on tears of incense and amomum,

       And nard and myrrh are its last winding-sheet.

      And as he is who falls, and knows not how,

       By force of demons who to earth down drag him,

       Or other oppilation that binds man,

      When he arises and around him looks,

       Wholly bewildered by the mighty anguish

       Which he has suffered, and in looking sighs;

      Such was that sinner after he had risen.

       Justice of God! O how severe it is,

       That blows like these in vengeance poureth down!

      The Guide thereafter asked him who he was;

       Whence he replied: "I rained from Tuscany

       A short time since into this cruel gorge.

      A bestial life, and not a human, pleased me,

       Even as the mule I was; I'm Vanni Fucci,

       Beast, and Pistoia was my worthy den."

      And I unto the Guide: "Tell him to stir not,

       And ask what crime has thrust him here below,

       For once a man of blood and wrath I saw him."

      And the sinner, who had heard, dissembled not,

       But unto me directed mind and face,

       And with a melancholy shame was painted.

      Then said: "It pains me more that thou hast caught me

       Amid this misery where thou seest me,

       Than when I from the other life was taken.

      What thou demandest I cannot deny;

       So low am I put down because I robbed

       The sacristy of the fair ornaments,

      And falsely once 'twas laid upon another;

       But that thou mayst not such a sight enjoy,

       If thou shalt e'er be out of the dark places,

      Thine ears to my announcement ope and hear:

       Pistoia first of Neri groweth meagre;

       Then Florence doth renew her men and manners;

      Mars draws a vapour up from Val di Magra,

       Which is with turbid clouds enveloped round,

       And with impetuous and bitter tempest

      Over Campo Picen shall be the battle;

       When it shall suddenly rend the mist asunder,

       So that each Bianco shall thereby be smitten.

      And this I've said that it may give thee pain."

      Canto XXV. Vanni Fucci's Punishment. Agnello Brunelleschi, Buoso degli Abati, Puccio Sciancato, Cianfa de' Donati, and Guercio Cavalcanti.

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      At the conclusion of his words, the thief

       Lifted his hands aloft with both the figs,

       Crying: "Take that, God, for at thee I aim them."

      From that time forth the serpents were my friends;

       For one entwined itself about his neck

       As if it said: "I will not thou speak more;"

      And round his arms another, and rebound him,

       Clinching itself together so in front,

       That with them he could not a motion make.

      Pistoia, ah, Pistoia! why resolve not

       To burn thyself to ashes and so perish,

       Since in ill-doing thou thy seed excellest?

      Through all the sombre circles of this Hell,

       Spirit I saw not against God so proud,

       Not he who fell at Thebes down from the walls!

      He fled away, and spake no further word;

       And I beheld a Centaur full of rage

       Come crying out: "Where is, where is the scoffer?"

      I do not think Maremma has so many

       Serpents as he had all along his back,

       As far as where our countenance begins.

      Upon the shoulders, just behind the nape,

       With wings wide open was a dragon lying,

       And he sets fire to all that he encounters.

      My Master said: "That one is Cacus, who

       Beneath the rock upon Mount Aventine

       Created oftentimes a lake of blood.

      He goes not on the same road with his brothers,

       By reason of the fraudulent theft he made

       Of the great herd, which he had near to him;

      Whereat his tortuous actions ceased beneath

       The mace of Hercules, who peradventure

       Gave him a hundred, and he felt not ten."

      While he was speaking thus, he had passed by,

       And spirits three had underneath us come,

       Of which nor I aware was, nor my Leader,

      Until what time they shouted: "Who are you?"

       On which account our story made a halt,

       And then we were intent on them alone.

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