Dante's Inferno. Dante Alighieri

Dante's Inferno - Dante Alighieri


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      "Then by that love which carries them along,

      Entreat; and they will come." Soon as the wind

      Sway'd them toward us, I thus fram'd my speech:

      "O wearied spirits! come, and hold discourse

      With us, if by none else restrain'd." As doves

      By fond desire invited, on wide wings

      And firm, to their sweet nest returning home,

      Cleave the air, wafted by their will along;

      Thus issu'd from that troop, where Dido ranks,

      They through the ill air speeding; with such force

      My cry prevail'd by strong affection urg'd.

      "O gracious creature and benign! who go'st

      Visiting, through this element obscure,

      Us, who the world with bloody stain imbru'd;

      If for a friend the King of all we own'd,

      Our pray'r to him should for thy peace arise,

      Since thou hast pity on our evil plight.

      ()f whatsoe'er to hear or to discourse

      It pleases thee, that will we hear, of that

      Freely with thee discourse, while e'er the wind,

      As now, is mute. The land, that gave me birth,

      Is situate on the coast, where Po descends

      To rest in ocean with his sequent streams.

      "Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt,

      Entangled him by that fair form, from me

      Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still:

      Love, that denial takes from none belov'd,

      Caught me with pleasing him so passing well,

      That, as thou see'st, he yet deserts me not.

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      "Love brought us to one death: Caina waits

      The soul, who spilt our life." Such were their words;

      At hearing which downward I bent my looks,

      And held them there so long, that the bard cried:

      "What art thou pond'ring?" I in answer thus:

      "Alas! by what sweet thoughts, what fond desire

      Must they at length to that ill pass have reach'd!"

      Then turning, I to them my speech address'd.

      And thus began: "Francesca! your sad fate

      Even to tears my grief and pity moves.

      But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,

      By what, and how love granted, that ye knew

      Your yet uncertain wishes?" She replied:

      "No greater grief than to remember days

      Of joy, when mis'ry is at hand! That kens

      Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly

      If thou art bent to know the primal root,

      From whence our love gat being, I will do,

      As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day

      For our delight we read of Lancelot,

      How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no

      Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading

      Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue

      Fled from our alter'd cheek. But at one point

      Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,

      The wished smile, rapturously kiss'd

      By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er

      From me shall separate, at once my lips

      All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both

      Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day

      We read no more." While thus one spirit spake,

      The other wail'd so sorely, that heartstruck

      I through compassion fainting, seem'd not far

      From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.

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      CANTO VI

      MY sense reviving, that erewhile had droop'd

      With pity for the kindred shades, whence grief

      O'ercame me wholly, straight around I see

      New torments, new tormented souls, which way

      Soe'er I move, or turn, or bend my sight.

      In the third circle I arrive, of show'rs

      Ceaseless, accursed, heavy, and cold, unchang'd

      For ever, both in kind and in degree.

      Large hail, discolour'd water, sleety flaw

      Through the dun midnight air stream'd down amain:

      Stank all the land whereon that tempest fell.

      Cerberus, cruel monster, fierce and strange,

      Through his wide threefold throat barks as a dog

      Over the multitude immers'd beneath.

      His eyes glare crimson, black his unctuous beard,

      His belly large, and claw'd the hands, with which

      He tears the spirits, flays them, and their limbs

      Piecemeal disparts. Howling there spread, as curs,

      Under the rainy deluge, with one side

      The other screening, oft they roll them round,

      A wretched, godless crew. When that great worm

      Descried us, savage Cerberus, he op'd

      His jaws, and the fangs show'd us; not a limb

      Of him but trembled. Then my guide, his palms

      Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth

      Rais'd them, and cast it in his ravenous maw.

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      E'en as a dog, that yelling bays for food

      His keeper, when the morsel comes, lets fall

      His fury, bent alone with eager haste

      To swallow it; so dropp'd the loathsome cheeks

      Of demon Cerberus, who thund'ring stuns

      The spirits, that they for deafness wish in vain.

      We, o'er the shades thrown prostrate by the brunt

      Of the heavy tempest passing, set our feet

      Upon their emptiness, that substance seem'd.

      They all along the earth extended lay

      Save one, that sudden rais'd


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