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Title: The Divine Comedy, Complete
The Vision of Paradise, Purgatory and Hell
Author: Dante Alighieri Illustrator: Gustave Dore Translator: Rev. H. F. Cary
Release Date: September, 2005 [Etext #8800] Posting Date: June 11, 2009
Language: English
*** THE DIVINE COMEDY, COMPLETE ***
Produced by David Widger
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THE DIVINE COMEDY
THE VISION
OF
HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE
BY
DANTE ALIGHIERI
PARADISE
Complete
TRANSLATED BY
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LIST CJF CiiJ'JTO.S
Canto 1
Ca..'itC 2
Canto::,
Canto 5
Canto 7
Canto 9
Ca..'itC 10
Canto 11
Ca..'itC 12
Canto B
Ca..'itC 14
Canto 15
Canto 17
Ca..'itC 18
Canto 19
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Canto 20
Canto 21
Canto 22
Canto 23
Canto 24
Canto 25
Canto 26
Canto 27
Canto 28
Canto 29
Canto 30
Canto 31
Canto 32
Canto 33
CANTO I
His glory, by whose might all things are mov'd, Pierces the universe, and in one part
Sheds more resplendence, elsewhere less. In heav'n, That largeliest of his light partakes, was I,
Witness of things, which to relate again
Surpasseth power of him who comes from thence; For that, so near approaching its desire
Our intellect is to such depth absorb'd,
That memory cannot follow. Nathless all,
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That in my thoughts I of that sacred realm
Could store, shall now be matter of my song.
Benign Apollo! this last labour aid,
And make me such a vessel of thy worth, As thy own laurel claims of me belov'd.
Thus far hath one of steep Parnassus' brows Suffic'd me; henceforth there is need of both For my remaining enterprise Do thou
Enter into my bosom, and there breathe
So, as when Marsyas by thy hand was dragg'd Forth from his limbs unsheath'd. O power divine! If thou to me of shine impart so much,
That of that happy realm the shadow'd form Trac'd in my thoughts I may set forth to view, Thou shalt behold me of thy favour'd tree
Come to the foot, and crown myself with leaves; For to that honour thou, and my high theme
Will fit me. If but seldom, mighty Sire!
To grace his triumph gathers thence a wreath Caesar or bard (more shame for human wills Deprav'd) joy to the Delphic god must spring From the Pierian foliage, when one breast
Is with such thirst inspir'd. From a small spark Great flame hath risen: after me perchance Others with better voice may pray, and gain
From the Cirrhaean city answer kind.
Through diver passages, the world's bright lamp
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Rises to mortals, but through that which joins Four circles with the threefold cross, in best Course, and in happiest constellation set
He comes, and to the worldly wax best gives Its temper and impression. Morning there, Here eve was by almost such passage made;
And whiteness had o'erspread that hemisphere, Blackness the other part; when to the left
I saw Beatrice turn'd, and on the sun
Gazing, as never eagle fix'd his ken.
As from the first a second beam is wont To issue, and reflected upwards rise, E'en as a pilgrim bent on his return,
So of her act, that through the eyesight pass'd Into my fancy, mine was form'd; and straight, Beyond our mortal wont, I fix'd mine eyes Upon the sun. Much is allowed us there,
That here exceeds our pow'r; thanks to the place
Made for the dwelling of the human kind
I suffer'd it not long, and yet so long That I beheld it bick'ring sparks around, As iron that comes boiling from the fire. And suddenly upon the day appear'd
A day new-ris'n, as he, who hath the power, Had with another sun bedeck'd the sky.
Her eyes fast fix'd on the eternal wheels,
Beatrice stood unmov'd; and I with ken
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Fix'd upon her, from upward gaze remov'd
At her aspect, such inwardly became
As Glaucus, when he tasted of the herb, That made him peer among the ocean gods; Words may not tell of that transhuman change:
And therefore let the example serve, though weak, For those whom grace hath better proof in store
If I were only what thou didst create,
Then newly, Love! by whom the heav'n is rul'd, Thou know'st, who by thy light didst bear me up. Whenas the wheel which thou dost ever guide, Desired Spirit! with its harmony
Temper'd of thee and measur'd, charm'd mine ear, Then seem'd to me so much of heav'n to blaze With the sun's flame, that rain or flood ne'er made A lake so broad. The newness of the sound,
And that great light, inflam'd me with desire,
Keener than e'er was felt, to know their cause.
Whence she who saw me, clearly as myself, To calm my troubled mind, before I ask'd, Open'd her lips, and gracious thus began: "With false imagination thou thyself
Mak'st dull, so that thou seest not the thing, Which thou hadst seen, had that been shaken off. Thou art not on the earth as thou believ'st;
For light'ning scap'd from its own proper place
Ne'er ran, as thou hast hither now return'd."
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Although divested of my first-rais'd doubt,
By those brief words, accompanied with smiles, Yet in new doubt was I entangled more,