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But when he said, “ Leave him, and onward pass,

For here 'tis good that with the sail and oars,

As much as may be, each push on his barque;" Upright, as walking wills it, I redressed

My person, notwithstanding that my thoughts

Remained within me downcast and abashed. I had moved on, and followed willingly

The footsteps of my Master, and we both

Already showed how light of foot we were, When unto me he said: “Cast down thine eyes;

'Twere well for thee, to alleviate the way,

To look upon the bed beneath thy feet.” As, that some memory may exist of them,

Above the buried dead their tombs in earth

Bear sculptured on them what they were before; Whence often there we weep for them afresh,

From pricking of remembrance, which alone

To the compassionate doth set its spur; So saw I there, but of a better semblance

In point of artifice, with figures covered

Whate'er as pathway from the mount projects. I saw that one who was created noble

More than all other creatures, down from heaven

Flaming with lightnings fall upon one side. I saw Briareus smitten by the dart

Celestial, lying on the other side,

Heavy upon the earth by mortal frost. I saw Thymbræus, Pallas saw, and Mars,

Still clad in armour round about their father,

Gaze at the scattered members of the giants. I saw, at foot of his great labour, Nimrod,

As if bewildered, looking at the people

Who had been proud with him in Sennaar. O Niobe ! with what afflicted eyes

Thee I beheld upon the pathway traced.

Deiween iny seven and seven children slain ! O Saul ! how fallen upon thy proper sword

Didst thou appear there lifeless in Gilboa,

That felt thereafter neither rain nor dew ! O mad Arachne! so I thee beheld

E'en then half spider, sad upon the shreds

Of fabric wrought in evil hour for thee!
O Rehoboam ! no more seems to threaten

Thine image there; but full of consternation
A chariot bears it off, when none pursues !

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Displayed moreo'er the adamantine pavement

How unto his own mother made Alcmaon

Costly appear the luckless ornament; Displayed how his own sons did throw themselves

Upon Sennacherib within the temple,

And how, he being dead, they left him there; Displayed the ruin and the cruel carnage

That Tomyris wrought, when she to Cyrus said,

“Blood didst thou thirst for, and with blood I glut thee?" Displayed how routed fled the Assyrians

After that Holofernes had been slain,

And likewise the remainder of that slaughter. I saw there Troy in ashes and in caverns;

O Ilion ! thee, how abject and debased,

Displayed the image that is there discerned ! Whoe'er of pencil master was or stile,

That could portray the shades and traits which there

Would cause each subtile genius to admire ? Dead seemed the dead, the living seemed alive ;

Better than I saw not who saw the truth,

All that I trod upon while bowed I went.
Now wax ye proud, and on with looks uplifted,

Ye sons of Eve, and bow not down your faces
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More of the mount by us was now encompassed,

And far more spent the circuit of the sun,
Than had the mind preoccupied imagined,

73 When he, who ever watchful in advance

Was going on, began : "Lift up thy head,

'Tis no more time to go thus meditating.
Lo there an Angel who is making haste
To come towards us; lo, returning is

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From service of the day the sixth handmaiden.
With reverence thine acts and looks adorn,

So that he may delight to speed us upward;

Think that this day will never dawn again." I was familiar with his admonition

Ever to lose no time; so on this theme

He could not unto me speak covertly. Towards us came the being beautiful

Vested in white, and in his countenance

Such as appears the tremulous morning star.
His arms he opened, and opened then his wings;

Come,” said he, near at hand here are the steps,
And easy from henceforth is the ascent."

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At this announcement few are they who come !

O human creatures, born to soar aloft,

Why fall ye thus before a little wind ? He led us on to where the rock was cleft;

There smote upon my forehead with his wings,

Then a safe passage promised unto me. As on the right hand, to ascend the mount

Where seated is the church that lordeth it

O'er the well-guided, above Rubaconte, The bold abruptness of the ascent is broken

By stairways that were made there in the age

When still were safe the ledger and the stave, E’en thus attempered is the bank which falls

Sheer downward from the second circle there;

But on this side and that the high rock grazes. As we were turning thitherward our persons,

Beati pauperes spiritu,voices

Sang in such wise that speech could tell it not. Ah me! how different are these entrances

From the Infernal ! for with anthems here

One enters, and below with wild laments. We now were mounting up the sacred stairs,

And it appeared to me by far more easy

Than on the plain it had appeared before. Whence I: “My Master, say, what heavy thing

Has been uplifted from me, so that hardly

Aught of fatigue is felt by me in walking ?”
He answered : “When the P's which have remained

Still on thy face almost obliterate

Shall wholly, as the first is, be erased, Thy feet will be so vanquished by good will,

That not alone they shall not feel fatigue,

But urging up will be to them delight. Then did I even as they do who are going

With something on the head to them unknown,

Unless the signs of others make them doubt, Wherefore the hand to ascertain is helpful,

And seeks and finds, and doth fulfil the office

Which cannot be accomplished by the sight; And with the fingers of the right hand spread

I found but six the letters, that had carved

Upon my temples he who bore the keys; Upon beholding which my Leader smiled.

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We were upon the summit of the stairs,

Where for the second time is cut away

The mountain, which ascending shriveth all. There in like manner doth a cornice bind

The hill all round about, as does the first,

Save that its arc more suddenly is curved. Shade is there none, nor sculpture that appears ;

So seems the bank, and so the road seems smooth,

With but the livid colour of the stone, “If to inquire we wait for people here,”

The Poet said, “I fear that peradventure

Too much delay will our election have.” Then steadfast on the sun his eyes he fixed,

Made his right side the centre of his motion,

And turned the left part of himself about.
“O thou sweet light ! with trust in whom I enter

Upon this novel journey, do thou lead us,”
Said he,

as one within here should be led. Thou warmest the world, thou shinest over it;

If other reason prompt not otherwise,

Thy rays should evermore our leaders be !" As much as here is counted for a mile,

So much already there had we advanced

In little time, by dint of ready will;
And tow'rds us there were heard to fly, albeit

They were not visible, spirits uttering

Unto Love's table courteous invitations, The first voice that passed onward in its flight,

Vinum non habent," said in accents loud,

And went reiterating it behind us. And ere it wholly grew inaudible

Because of distance, passed another, crying,

“I am Orestes !” and it also stayed not. “O," said I, “Father, these, what voices are they?"

And even as I asked, behold the third,

Saying : “ Love those from whom ye have had evil ! "
And the good Master said: “ This circle scourges

The sin of envy, and on that account
Are drawn from love the lashes of the scourge.

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The bridle of another sound shall be ;

I think that thou wilt hear it, as I judge,

Before thou comest to the Pass of Pardon. But fix thine eyes athwart the air right steadfast,

And people thou wilt see before us sitting,

And each one close against the cliff is seated.” Then wider than at first mine eyes I opened ;

I looked before me, and saw shades with mantles

Not from the colour of the stone diverse. And when we were a little farther onward,

I heard a cry of, “ Mary, pray for us!”

A cry of, “ Michael, Peter, and all Saints ! I do not think there walketh still on earth

A man so hard, that he would not be pierced

With pity at what afterward I saw.
For when I had approached so near to them

That manifest to me their acts became,

Drained was I at the eyes by heavy grief. Covered with sackcloth vile they seemed to me,

And one sustained the other with his shoulder,

And all of them were by the bank sustained. Thus do the blind, in want of livelihood,

Stand at the doors of churches asking alms,

And one upon another leans his head, So that in others pity soon may rise,

Not only at the accent of their words,

But at their aspect, which no less implores. And as unto the blind the sun comes not,

So to the shades, of whom just now I spake,

Heaven's light will not be bounteous of itself ; For all their lids an iron wire transpierces,

And sews them up, as to a sparhawk wild

Is done, because it will not quiet stay. To me it seemed, in passing, to do outrage,

Seeing the others without being seen ;

Wherefore I turned me to my counsel sage. Well knew he what the mute one wished to say,

And therefore waited not for my demand,

But said : “ Speak, and be brief, and to the point.” I had Virgilius upon that side

Of the embankment from which one may fall,

Since by no border 'tis engarlanded;
Upon the other side of me I had

The shades devout, who through the horrible seam
Pressed out the tears so that they bathed their cheeks.

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