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

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Specific virtue of that union born,

       Which is not felt except it work, nor prov'd

       But through effect, as vegetable life

       By the green leaf. From whence his intellect

       Deduced its primal notices of things,

       Man therefore knows not, or his appetites

       Their first affections; such in you, as zeal

       In bees to gather honey; at the first,

       Volition, meriting nor blame nor praise.

       But o'er each lower faculty supreme,

       That as she list are summon'd to her bar,

       Ye have that virtue in you, whose just voice

       Uttereth counsel, and whose word should keep

       The threshold of assent. Here is the source,

       Whence cause of merit in you is deriv'd,

       E'en as the affections good or ill she takes,

       Or severs, winnow'd as the chaff. Those men

       Who reas'ning went to depth profoundest, mark'd

       That innate freedom, and were thence induc'd

       To leave their moral teaching to the world.

       Grant then, that from necessity arise

       All love that glows within you; to dismiss

       Or harbour it, the pow'r is in yourselves.

       Remember, Beatrice, in her style,

       Denominates free choice by eminence

       The noble virtue, if in talk with thee

       She touch upon that theme." The moon, well nigh

       To midnight hour belated, made the stars

       Appear to wink and fade; and her broad disk

       Seem'd like a crag on fire, as up the vault

       That course she journey'd, which the sun then warms,

       When they of Rome behold him at his set.

       Betwixt Sardinia and the Corsic isle.

       And now the weight, that hung upon my thought,

       Was lighten'd by the aid of that clear spirit,

       Who raiseth Andes above Mantua's name.

       I therefore, when my questions had obtain'd

       Solution plain and ample, stood as one

       Musing in dreary slumber; but not long

       Slumber'd; for suddenly a multitude,

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       The steep already turning, from behind,

       Rush'd on. With fury and like random rout,

       As echoing on their shores at midnight heard

       Ismenus and Asopus, for his Thebes

       If Bacchus' help were needed; so came these

       Tumultuous, curving each his rapid step,

       By eagerness impell'd of holy love.

       Soon they o'ertook us; with such swiftness mov'd

       The mighty crowd. Two spirits at their head

       Cried weeping; "Blessed Mary sought with haste

       The hilly region. Caesar to subdue

       Ilerda, darted in Marseilles his sting,

       And flew to Spain."--"Oh tarry not: away;"

       The others shouted; "let not time be lost

       Through slackness of affection. Hearty zeal

       To serve reanimates celestial grace."

       "O ye, in whom intenser fervency

       Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail'd,

       Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part

       Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives,

       (Credit my tale, though strange) desires t' ascend,

       So morning rise to light us. Therefore say

       Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?"

       So spake my guide, to whom a shade return'd:

       "Come after us, and thou shalt find the cleft.

       We may not linger: such resistless will

       Speeds our unwearied course. Vouchsafe us then

       Thy pardon, if our duty seem to thee

       Discourteous rudeness. In Verona I

       Was abbot of San Zeno, when the hand

       Of Barbarossa grasp'd Imperial sway,

       That name, ne'er utter'd without tears in Milan.

       And there is he, hath one foot in his grave,

       Who for that monastery ere long shall weep,

       Ruing his power misus'd: for that his son,

       Of body ill compact, and worse in mind,

       And born in evil, he hath set in place

       Of its true pastor." Whether more he spake,

       Or here was mute, I know not: he had sped

       E'en now so far beyond us. Yet thus much

       I heard, and in rememb'rance treasur'd it.

       He then, who never fail'd me at my need,

       Cried, "Hither turn. Lo! two with sharp remorse

       Chiding their sin!" In rear of all the troop

       These shouted: "First they died, to whom the sea

       Open'd, or ever Jordan saw his heirs:

       And they, who with Aeneas to the end

       Endur'd not suffering, for their portion chose

       Life without glory." Soon

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