The Battle of Darkness and Light . Джон Мильтон

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       Backward return and let the trail go on."

      I said to him: "With all my power I ask it;

       And if you wish me to sit down with you,

       I will, if he please, for I go with him."

      "O son," he said, "whoever of this herd

       A moment stops, lies then a hundred years,

       Nor fans himself when smiteth him the fire.

      Therefore go on; I at thy skirts will come,

       And afterward will I rejoin my band,

       Which goes lamenting its eternal doom."

      I did not dare to go down from the road

       Level to walk with him; but my head bowed

       I held as one who goeth reverently.

      And he began: "What fortune or what fate

       Before the last day leadeth thee down here?

       And who is this that showeth thee the way?"

      "Up there above us in the life serene,"

       I answered him, "I lost me in a valley,

       Or ever yet my age had been completed.

      But yestermorn I turned my back upon it;

       This one appeared to me, returning thither,

       And homeward leadeth me along this road."

      And he to me: "If thou thy star do follow,

       Thou canst not fail thee of a glorious port,

       If well I judged in the life beautiful.

      And if I had not died so prematurely,

       Seeing Heaven thus benignant unto thee,

       I would have given thee comfort in the work.

      But that ungrateful and malignant people,

       Which of old time from Fesole descended,

       And smacks still of the mountain and the granite,

      Will make itself, for thy good deeds, thy foe;

       And it is right; for among crabbed sorbs

       It ill befits the sweet fig to bear fruit.

      Old rumour in the world proclaims them blind;

       A people avaricious, envious, proud;

       Take heed that of their customs thou do cleanse thee.

      Thy fortune so much honour doth reserve thee,

       One party and the other shall be hungry

       For thee; but far from goat shall be the grass.

      Their litter let the beasts of Fesole

       Make of themselves, nor let them touch the plant,

       If any still upon their dunghill rise,

      In which may yet revive the consecrated

       Seed of those Romans, who remained there when

       The nest of such great malice it became."

      "If my entreaty wholly were fulfilled,"

       Replied I to him, "not yet would you be

       In banishment from human nature placed;

      For in my mind is fixed, and touches now

       My heart the dear and good paternal image

       Of you, when in the world from hour to hour

      You taught me how a man becomes eternal;

       And how much I am grateful, while I live

       Behoves that in my language be discerned.

      What you narrate of my career I write,

       And keep it to be glossed with other text

       By a Lady who can do it, if I reach her.

      This much will I have manifest to you;

       Provided that my conscience do not chide me,

       For whatsoever Fortune I am ready.

      Such handsel is not new unto mine ears;

       Therefore let Fortune turn her wheel around

       As it may please her, and the churl his mattock."

      My Master thereupon on his right cheek

       Did backward turn himself, and looked at me;

       Then said: "He listeneth well who noteth it."

      Nor speaking less on that account, I go

       With Ser Brunetto, and I ask who are

       His most known and most eminent companions.

      And he to me: "To know of some is well;

       Of others it were laudable to be silent,

       For short would be the time for so much speech.

      Know them in sum, that all of them were clerks,

       And men of letters great and of great fame,

       In the world tainted with the selfsame sin.

      Priscian goes yonder with that wretched crowd,

       And Francis of Accorso; and thou hadst seen there

       If thou hadst had a hankering for such scurf,

      That one, who by the Servant of the Servants

       From Arno was transferred to Bacchiglione,

       Where he has left his sin-excited nerves.

      More would I say, but coming and discoursing

       Can be no longer; for that I behold

       New smoke uprising yonder from the sand.

      A people comes with whom I may not be;

       Commended unto thee be my Tesoro,

       In which I still live, and no more I ask."

      Then he turned round, and seemed to be of those

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