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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       I noted, how the sequel of his words

       Clok'd their beginning; for the last he spake

       Agreed not with the first. But not the less

       My fear was at his saying; sith I drew

       To import worse perchance, than that he held,

       His mutilated speech. "Doth ever any

       Into this rueful concave's extreme depth

       Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain

       Is deprivation merely of sweet hope?"

       Thus I inquiring. "Rarely," he replied,

       "It chances, that among us any makes

       This journey, which I wend. Erewhile 'tis true

       Once came I here beneath, conjur'd by fell

       Erictho, sorceress, who compell'd the shades

       Back to their bodies. No long space my flesh

       Was naked of me, when within these walls

       She made me enter, to draw forth a spirit

       From out of Judas' circle. Lowest place

       Is that of all, obscurest, and remov'd

       Farthest from heav'n's all-circling orb. The road

       Full well I know: thou therefore rest secure.

       That lake, the noisome stench exhaling, round

       The city' of grief encompasses, which now

       We may not enter without rage." Yet more

       He added: but I hold it not in mind,

       For that mine eye toward the lofty tower

       Had drawn me wholly, to its burning top.

       Where in an instant I beheld uprisen

       At once three hellish furies stain'd with blood:

       In limb and motion feminine they seem'd;

       Around them greenest hydras twisting roll'd

       Their volumes; adders and cerastes crept

       Instead of hair, and their fierce temples bound.

       He knowing well the miserable hags

       Who tend the queen of endless woe, thus spake:

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       "Mark thou each dire Erinnys. To the left

       This is Megaera; on the right hand she,

       Who wails, Alecto; and Tisiphone

       I' th' midst." This said, in silence he remain'd

       Their breast they each one clawing tore; themselves

       Smote with their palms, and such shrill clamour rais'd,

       That to the bard I clung, suspicion-bound.

       "Hasten Medusa: so to adamant

       Him shall we change;" all looking down exclaim'd.

       "E'en when by Theseus' might assail'd, we took

       No ill revenge." "Turn thyself round, and keep

       Thy count'nance hid; for if the Gorgon dire

       Be shown, and thou shouldst view it, thy return

       Upwards would be for ever lost." This said,

       Himself my gentle master turn'd me round,

       Nor trusted he my hands, but with his own

       He also hid me. Ye of intellect

       Sound and entire, mark well the lore conceal'd

       Under close texture of the mystic strain!

       And now there came o'er the perturbed waves

       Loud-crashing, terrible, a sound that made

       Either shore tremble, as if of a wind

       Impetuous, from conflicting vapours sprung,

       That 'gainst some forest driving all its might,

       Plucks off the branches, beats them down and hurls

       Afar; then onward passing proudly sweeps

       Its whirlwind rage, while beasts and shepherds fly.

       Mine eyes he loos'd, and spake: "And now direct

       Thy visual nerve along that ancient foam,

       There, thickest where the smoke ascends." As frogs

       Before their foe the serpent, through the wave

       Ply swiftly all, till at the ground each one

       Lies on a heap; more than a thousand spirits

       Destroy'd, so saw I fleeing before one

       Who pass'd with unwet feet the Stygian sound.

       He, from his face removing the gross air,

       Oft his left hand forth stretch'd, and seem'd alone

       By that annoyance wearied. I perceiv'd

       That he was sent from heav'n, and to my guide

       Turn'd me, who signal made that I should stand

       Quiet, and bend to him. Ah me! how full

       Of noble anger seem'd he! To the gate

       He came, and with his wand touch'd it, whereat

       Open without impediment it flew.

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       "Outcasts of heav'n! O abject race and scorn'd!"

       Began he on the horrid grunsel standing,

       "Whence doth this wild excess of insolence

       Lodge in you? wherefore kick you 'gainst that will

       Ne'er frustrate of its end, and which so oft

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