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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       Nor suffers; mercy and justice scorn them both.

       Speak not of them, but look, and pass them by."

       And I, who straightway look'd, beheld a flag,

       Which whirling ran around so rapidly,

       That it no pause obtain'd: and following came

       Such a long train of spirits, I should ne'er

       Have thought, that death so many had despoil'd.

       When some of these I recogniz'd, I saw

       And knew the shade of him, who to base fear

       Yielding, abjur'd his high estate. Forthwith

       I understood for certain this the tribe

       Of those ill spirits both to God displeasing

       And to his foes. These wretches, who ne'er lived,

       Went on in nakedness, and sorely stung

       By wasps and hornets, which bedew'd their cheeks

       With blood, that mix'd with tears dropp'd to their feet,

       And by disgustful worms was gather'd there.

       Then looking farther onwards I beheld

       A throng upon the shore of a great stream:

       Whereat I thus: "Sir! grant me now to know

       Whom here we view, and whence impell'd they seem

       So eager to pass o'er, as I discern

       Through the blear light?" He thus to me in few:

       "This shalt thou know, soon as our steps arrive

       Beside the woeful tide of Acheron."

       Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame,

       Fearing my words offensive to his ear,

       Till we had reach'd the river, I from speech

       Abstain'd. And lo! toward us in a bark

       Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,

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       Crying, "Woe to you wicked spirits! hope not

       Ever to see the sky again. I come

       To take you to the other shore across,

       Into eternal darkness, there to dwell

       In fierce heat and in ice. And thou, who there

       Standest, live spirit! get thee hence, and leave

       These who are dead." But soon as he beheld

       I left them not, "By other way," said he,

       "By other haven shalt thou come to shore,

       Not by this passage; thee a nimbler boat

       Must carry." Then to him thus spake my guide:

       "Charon! thyself torment not: so 't is will'd,

       Where will and power are one: ask thou no more."

       Straightway in silence fell the shaggy cheeks

       Of him the boatman o'er the livid lake,

       Around whose eyes glar'd wheeling flames. Meanwhile

       Those spirits, faint and naked, color chang'd,

       And gnash'd their teeth, soon as the cruel words

       They heard. God and their parents they blasphem'd,

       The human kind, the place, the time, and seed

       That did engender them and give them birth.

       Then all together sorely wailing drew

       To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass

       Who fears not God. Charon, demoniac form,

       With eyes of burning coal, collects them all,

       Beck'ning, and each, that lingers, with his oar

       Strikes. As fall off the light autumnal leaves,

       One still another following, till the bough

       Strews all its honours on the earth beneath;

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       E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood

       Cast themselves one by one down from the shore,

       Each at a beck, as falcon at his call.

       Thus go they over through the umber'd wave,

       And ever they on the opposing bank

       Be landed, on this side another throng

       Still gathers. "Son," thus spake the courteous guide,

       "Those, who die subject to the wrath of God,

       All here together come from every clime,

       And to o'erpass the river are not loth:

       For so heaven's justice goads them on, that fear

       Is turn'd into desire. Hence ne'er hath past

       Good spirit. If of thee Charon complain,

       Now mayst thou know the import of his words."

       This said, the gloomy region trembling shook

       So terribly, that yet with clammy dews

       Fear chills my brow. The sad earth gave a blast,

       That, lightening, shot forth a vermilion flame,

       Which all my senses conquer'd quite, and I

       Down dropp'd, as one with sudden slumber seiz'd.

       BROKE the deep slumber in my brain a crash

       Of heavy thunder, that I shook myself,

       As one by main force rous'd. Risen upright,

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