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

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style="font-size:15px;">       If I misdeem not, Soldanieri bides,

       With Ganellon, and Tribaldello, him

       Who op'd Faenza when the people slept."

       We now had left him, passing on our way,

       When I beheld two spirits by the ice

       Pent in one hollow, that the head of one

       Was cowl unto the other; and as bread

       Is raven'd up through hunger, th' uppermost

       Did so apply his fangs to th' other's brain,

       Where the spine joins it. Not more furiously

       On Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnaw'd,

       Than on that skull and on its garbage he.

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       "O thou who show'st so beastly sign of hate

       'Gainst him thou prey'st on, let me hear," said I

       "The cause, on such condition, that if right

       Warrant thy grievance, knowing who ye are,

       And what the colour of his sinning was,

       I may repay thee in the world above,

       If that, wherewith I speak be moist so long."

       HIS jaws uplifting from their fell repast,

       That sinner wip'd them on the hairs o' th' head,

       Which he behind had mangled, then began:

       "Thy will obeying, I call up afresh

       Sorrow past cure, which but to think of wrings

       My heart, or ere I tell on't. But if words,

       That I may utter, shall prove seed to bear

       Fruit of eternal infamy to him,

       The traitor whom I gnaw at, thou at once

       Shalt see me speak and weep. Who thou mayst be

       I know not, nor how here below art come:

       But Florentine thou seemest of a truth,

       When I do hear thee. Know I was on earth

       Count Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he

       Ruggieri. Why I neighbour him so close,

       Now list. That through effect of his ill thoughts

       In him my trust reposing, I was ta'en

       And after murder'd, need is not I tell.

       What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,

       How cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,

       And know if he have wrong'd me. A small grate

       Within that mew, which for my sake the name

       Of famine bears, where others yet must pine,

       Already through its opening sev'ral moons

       Had shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,

       That from the future tore the curtain off.

       This one, methought, as master of the sport,

       Rode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps

       Unto the mountain, which forbids the sight

       Of Lucca to the Pisan. With lean brachs

       Inquisitive and keen, before him rang'd

       Lanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.

       After short course the father and the sons

       Seem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw

       The sharp tusks gore their sides. When I awoke

       Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard

       My sons (for they were with me) weep and ask

       For bread. Right cruel art thou, if no pang

       Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;

       And if not now, why use thy tears to flow?

       Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near

       When they were wont to bring us food; the mind

       Of each misgave him through his dream, and I

       Heard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up

       The' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word

       I look'd upon the visage of my sons.

       I wept not: so all stone I felt within.

       They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:

       'Thou lookest so! Father what ails thee?' Yet

       I shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day

       Nor the next night, until another sun

       Came out upon the world. When a faint beam

       Had to our doleful prison made its way,

       And in four countenances I descry'd

       The image of my own, on either hand

       Through agony I bit, and they who thought

       I did it through desire of feeding, rose

       O' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve

       Far less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st

       These weeds of miserable flesh we wear,

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       And do thou strip them off from us again.'

       Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down

       My spirit in stillness. That day and the next

       We all were silent. Ah, obdurate earth!

       Why open'dst not upon us? When we came

      

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