THE DIVINE COMEDY: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso (3 Classic Translations in One Edition). Dante Alighieri. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

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       Then in his muddy spoils encircling wrapt."

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       "Ah! when thou to the world shalt be return'd,

       And rested after thy long road," so spake

       Next the third spirit; "then remember me.

       I once was Pia. Sienna gave me life,

       Maremma took it from me. That he knows,

       Who me with jewell'd ring had first espous'd."

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       When from their game of dice men separate,

       He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix'd,

       Revolving in his mind, what luckless throws

       He cast: but meanwhile all the company

       Go with the other; one before him runs,

       And one behind his mantle twitches, one

       Fast by his side bids him remember him.

       He stops not; and each one, to whom his hand

       Is stretch'd, well knows he bids him stand aside;

       And thus he from the press defends himself.

       E'en such was I in that close-crowding throng;

       And turning so my face around to all,

       And promising, I 'scap'd from it with pains.

       Here of Arezzo him I saw, who fell

       By Ghino's cruel arm; and him beside,

       Who in his chase was swallow'd by the stream.

       Here Frederic Novello, with his hand

       Stretch'd forth, entreated; and of Pisa he,

       Who put the good Marzuco to such proof

       Of constancy. Count Orso I beheld;

       And from its frame a soul dismiss'd for spite

       And envy, as it said, but for no crime:

       I speak of Peter de la Brosse; and here,

       While she yet lives, that Lady of Brabant

       Let her beware; lest for so false a deed

       She herd with worse than these. When I was freed

       From all those spirits, who pray'd for others' prayers

       To hasten on their state of blessedness;

       Straight I began: "O thou, my luminary!

       It seems expressly in thy text denied,

       That heaven's supreme decree can never bend

       To supplication; yet with this design

       Do these entreat. Can then their hope be vain,

       Or is thy saying not to me reveal'd?"

       He thus to me: "Both what I write is plain,

       And these deceiv'd not in their hope, if well

       Thy mind consider, that the sacred height

       Of judgment doth not stoop, because love's flame

       In a short moment all fulfils, which he

       Who sojourns here, in right should satisfy.

       Besides, when I this point concluded thus,

       By praying no defect could be supplied;

       Because the pray'r had none access to God.

       Yet in this deep suspicion rest thou not

       Contented unless she assure thee so,

       Who betwixt truth and mind infuses light.

       I know not if thou take me right; I mean

       Beatrice. Her thou shalt behold above,

       Upon this mountain's crown, fair seat of joy."

       Then I: "Sir! let us mend our speed; for now

       I tire not as before; and lo! the hill

       Stretches its shadow far." He answer'd thus:

       "Our progress with this day shall be as much

       As we may now dispatch; but otherwise

       Than thou supposest is the truth. For there

       Thou canst not be, ere thou once more behold

       Him back returning, who behind the steep

       Is now so hidden, that as erst his beam

       Thou dost not break. But lo! a spirit there

       Stands solitary, and toward us looks:

       It will instruct us in the speediest way."

       We soon approach'd it. O thou Lombard spirit!

       How didst thou stand, in high abstracted mood,

       Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!

       It spoke not aught, but let us onward pass,

       Eyeing us as a lion on his watch.

       But Virgil with entreaty mild advanc'd,

       Requesting it to show the best ascent.

       It answer to his question none return'd,

       But of our country and our kind of life

       Demanded. When my courteous guide began,

       "Mantua," the solitary shadow quick

       Rose towards us from the place in which it stood,

       And cry'd, "Mantuan! I am thy countryman

       Sordello." Each the other then embrac'd.

       Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief,

       Vessel without a pilot in loud storm,

       Lady no longer of fair provinces,

       But brothel-house impure! this gentle spirit,

       Ev'n from the Pleasant sound of his dear land

       Was prompt to greet a fellow citizen

       With such glad cheer; while now thy living ones

       In thee abide not without war; and one

       Malicious gnaws another, ay of those

       Whom the same wall and the same moat contains,

       Seek, wretched one! around thy sea-coasts wide;

       Then homeward to thy bosom turn, and mark

       If any part of the sweet peace enjoy.

       What boots it, that thy reins Justinian's hand

       Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress'd?

       Nought doth he now but aggravate thy shame.

       Ah people! thou obedient still shouldst live,

       And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,

       If well thou marked'st that which God commands.

       Look how that beast to felness hath relaps'd

       From having lost correction of the spur,

       Since to the bridle thou hast set thine hand,

       O German Albert! who abandon'st her,

       That is grown savage and unmanageable,

       When thou should'st clasp her flanks with forked heels.

       Just judgment from the stars fall on thy blood!

       And be it strange