The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso (3 Classic Unabridged Translations in one eBook: Cary's + Longfellow's + Norton's Translation + Original Illustrations by Gustave Doré). Dante Alighieri
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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       He thus: "Or ever to thy view the shore

       Be offer'd, satisfied shall be that wish,

       Which well deserves completion." Scarce his words

       Were ended, when I saw the miry tribes

       Set on him with such violence, that yet

       For that render I thanks to God and praise

       "To Filippo Argenti:" cried they all:

       And on himself the moody Florentine

       Turn'd his avenging fangs. Him here we left,

       Nor speak I of him more. But on mine ear

       Sudden a sound of lamentation smote,

       Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad.

       And thus the good instructor: "Now, my son!

       Draws near the city, that of Dis is nam'd,

       With its grave denizens, a mighty throng."

       I thus: "The minarets already, Sir!

       There certes in the valley I descry,

       Gleaming vermilion, as if they from fire

       Had issu'd." He replied: "Eternal fire,

       That inward burns, shows them with ruddy flame

       Illum'd; as in this nether hell thou seest."

       We came within the fosses deep, that moat

       This region comfortless. The walls appear'd

       As they were fram'd of iron. We had made

       Wide circuit, ere a place we reach'd, where loud

       The mariner cried vehement: "Go forth!

       The' entrance is here!" Upon the gates I spied

       More than a thousand, who of old from heaven

       Were hurl'd. With ireful gestures, "Who is this,"

       They cried, "that without death first felt, goes through

       The regions of the dead?" My sapient guide

       Made sign that he for secret parley wish'd;

       Whereat their angry scorn abating, thus

       They spake: "Come thou alone; and let him go

       Who hath so hardily enter'd this realm.

       Alone return he by his witless way;

       If well he know it, let him prove. For thee,

       Here shalt thou tarry, who through clime so dark

       Hast been his escort." Now bethink thee, reader!

       What cheer was mine at sound of those curs'd words.

       I did believe I never should return.

       "O my lov'd guide! who more than seven times

       Security hast render'd me, and drawn

       From peril deep, whereto I stood expos'd,

       Desert me not," I cried, "in this extreme.

       And if our onward going be denied,

       Together trace we back our steps with speed."

       My liege, who thither had conducted me,

       Replied: "Fear not: for of our passage none

       Hath power to disappoint us, by such high

       Authority permitted. But do thou

       Expect me here; meanwhile thy wearied spirit

       Comfort, and feed with kindly hope, assur'd

       I will not leave thee in this lower world."

       This said, departs the sire benevolent,

       And quits me. Hesitating I remain

       At war 'twixt will and will not in my thoughts.

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       I could not hear what terms he offer'd them,

       But they conferr'd not long, for all at once

       To trial fled within. Clos'd were the gates

       By those our adversaries on the breast

       Of my liege lord: excluded he return'd

       To me with tardy steps. Upon the ground

       His eyes were bent, and from his brow eras'd

       All confidence, while thus with sighs he spake:

       "Who hath denied me these abodes of woe?"

       Then thus to me: "That I am anger'd, think

       No ground of terror: in this trial I

       Shall vanquish, use what arts they may within

       For hindrance. This their insolence, not new,

       Erewhile at gate less secret they display'd,

       Which still is without bolt; upon its arch

       Thou saw'st the deadly scroll: and even now

       On this side of its entrance, down the steep,

       Passing the circles, unescorted, comes

       One whose strong might can open us this land."

       THE hue, which coward dread on my pale cheeks

       Imprinted, when I saw my guide turn back,

       Chas'd that from his which newly they had worn,

       And inwardly restrain'd it. He, as one

       Who listens, stood attentive: for his eye

       Not far could lead him through the sable air,

       And the thick-gath'ring cloud. "It yet behooves

       We win this fight"—thus he began—"if not—

       Such aid to us is offer'd.—Oh, how long

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