Innocence Once Lost - Religious Classics Collection. Джон Мильтон

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      There, as it seemed to me from listening,

       Were lamentations none, but only sighs,

       That tremble made the everlasting air.

      And this arose from sorrow without torment,

       Which the crowds had, that many were and great,

       Of infants and of women and of men.

      To me the Master good: "Thou dost not ask

       What spirits these, which thou beholdest, are?

       Now will I have thee know, ere thou go farther,

      That they sinned not; and if they merit had,

       'Tis not enough, because they had not baptism

       Which is the portal of the Faith thou holdest;

      And if they were before Christianity,

       In the right manner they adored not God;

       And among such as these am I myself.

      For such defects, and not for other guilt,

       Lost are we and are only so far punished,

       That without hope we live on in desire."

      Great grief seized on my heart when this I heard,

       Because some people of much worthiness

       I knew, who in that Limbo were suspended.

      "Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,"

       Began I, with desire of being certain

       Of that Faith which o'ercometh every error,

      "Came any one by his own merit hence,

       Or by another's, who was blessed thereafter?"

       And he, who understood my covert speech,

      Replied: "I was a novice in this state,

       When I saw hither come a Mighty One,

       With sign of victory incoronate.

      Hence he drew forth the shade of the First Parent,

       And that of his son Abel, and of Noah,

       Of Moses the lawgiver, and the obedient

      Abraham, patriarch, and David, king,

       Israel with his father and his children,

       And Rachel, for whose sake he did so much,

      And others many, and he made them blessed;

       And thou must know, that earlier than these

       Never were any human spirits saved."

      We ceased not to advance because he spake,

       But still were passing onward through the forest,

       The forest, say I, of thick-crowded ghosts.

      Not very far as yet our way had gone

       This side the summit, when I saw a fire

       That overcame a hemisphere of darkness.

      We were a little distant from it still,

       But not so far that I in part discerned not

       That honourable people held that place.

      "O thou who honourest every art and science,

       Who may these be, which such great honour have,

       That from the fashion of the rest it parts them?"

      And he to me: "The honourable name,

       That sounds of them above there in thy life,

       Wins grace in Heaven, that so advances them."

      In the mean time a voice was heard by me:

       "All honour be to the pre-eminent Poet;

       His shade returns again, that was departed."

      After the voice had ceased and quiet was,

       Four mighty shades I saw approaching us;

       Semblance had they nor sorrowful nor glad.

      To say to me began my gracious Master:

       "Him with that falchion in his hand behold,

       Who comes before the three, even as their lord.

      That one is Homer, Poet sovereign;

       He who comes next is Horace, the satirist;

       The third is Ovid, and the last is Lucan.

      Because to each of these with me applies

       The name that solitary voice proclaimed,

       They do me honour, and in that do well."

      Thus I beheld assemble the fair school

       Of that lord of the song pre-eminent,

       Who o'er the others like an eagle soars.

      When they together had discoursed somewhat,

       They turned to me with signs of salutation,

       And on beholding this, my Master smiled;

      And more of honour still, much more, they did me,

       In that they made me one of their own band;

       So that the sixth was I, 'mid so much wit.

      Thus we went on as far as to the light,

       Things saying 'tis becoming to keep silent,

       As was the saying of them where I was.

      We came unto a noble castle's foot,

       Seven times encompassed with lofty walls,

       Defended round by a fair rivulet;

      This we passed over even as firm ground;

       Through portals seven I entered with these Sages;

       We came into a meadow of fresh verdure.

      People were there with solemn eyes and slow,

       Of great authority in their countenance;

       They spake but seldom, СКАЧАТЬ