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What it achieved from Var unto the Rhine,

Isère beheld and Saône, beheld the Seine,

And every valley whence the Rhone is filled; What it achieved when it had left Ravenna,

And leaped the Rubicon, was such a flight

That neither tongue nor pen could follow it. Round towards Spain it wheeled its legions; then

Towards Durazzo, and Pharsalia smote

That to the calid Nile was felt the pain. Antandros and the Simois, whence it started,

It saw again, and there where Hector lies,

And ill for Ptolemy then roused itself. Thence came it like a thunder-bolt on Juba ; Then wheeled itself again into your West,

Where the Pompeian clarion it heard. From what it wrought with the next standard-bearer

Brutus and Cassius howl in Hell together,

And Modena and Perugia dolent were ; Still doth the mournful Cleopatra weep

Because thereof, who, feeing from before it,

Took from the adder sudden and black death. With him it ran even to the Red Sea shore ;

With him it placed the world in so great peace, 80

That unto Janus was his temple closed.
But what the standard that has made me speak

Achieved before, and after should achieve

Throughout the mortal realm that lies beneath it, Becometh in appearance mean and dim,

If in the hand of the third Cæsar seen

With eye unclouded and affection pure,
Because the living Justice that inspires me
Line 70. From thence it came like lightning upon Juba ;





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Granted it, in the hand of him I speak of,

The glory of doing vengeance for its wrath. Now here attend to what I answer thee;

Later it ran with Titus to do vengeance

Upon the vengeance of the ancient sin. And when the tooth of Lombardy had bitten

The Holy Church, then underneath its wings

Did Charlemagne victorious succor her.
Now hast thou power to judge of such as those

Whom I accused above, and of their crimes,
Which are the cause of all


miseries. To the public standard one the yellow lilies

Opposes, the other claims it for a party,

So that 't is hard to see which sins the most. Let, let the Ghibellines ply their handicraft

Beneath some other standard; for this ever

Ill follows he who it and justice parts.
And let not this new Charles e’er strike it down,

He and his Guelfs, but let him fear the talons

That from a nobler lion stripped the fell. Already oftentimes the sons have wept

The father's crime; and let him not believe

That God will change His scutcheon for the lilies. This little planet doth adorn itself

With the good spirits that have active been,

That fame and honor might come after them ; And whensoever the desires mount thither,

Thus deviating, must perforce the rays

Of the true love less vividly mount upward.
But in commensuration of our wages

With our desert is portion of our joy,
Because we see them neither less nor greater.







Herein doth living Justice sweeten so

Affection in us, that for evermore

It cannot warp to any iniquity.
Voices diverse make up sweet melodies;

So in this life of ours the seats diverse

Render sweet harmony among these spheres; And in the compass of this present pearl

Shineth the sheen of Romeo, of whom

The grand and beauteous work was ill rewarded. But the Provençals who against him wrought,

They have not laughed, and therefore ill goes he

Who makes his hurt of the good deeds of others. Four daughters, and each one of them a queen,

Had Raymond Berenger, and this for him

Did Romeo, a poor man and a pilgrim ; And then malicious words incited him

To summon to a reckoning this just man,

Who rendered to him seven and five for ten. Then he departed poor and stricken in years,

And if the world could know the heart he had, 140

In begging bit by bit his livelihood, Though much it laud him, it would laud him more.”





OSANNA sanctus Deus Sabaoth,

Superillustrans claritate tua

Felices ignes horum malahoth !
In this wise, to its melody returning,

This substance, upon which a double light

Doubles itself, was seen by me to sing,
And to their dance this and the others moved,

And in the manner of swift-hurrying sparks

Veiled themselves from me with a sudden distance. Doubting was I, and saying, “Tell her, tell her,"

Within me, tell her,” saying, “tell my Lady," Who slakes


thirst with her sweet effluences ; And yet

that reverence which doth lord it over The whole of me only by B and ICE,

Bowed me again like unto one who drowses. Short while did Beatrice endure me thus;

And she began, lighting me with a smile

Such as would make one happy in the fire : “ According to infallible advisement,

After what manner a just vengeance justly

Could be avenged has put thee upon thinking, But I will speedily thy mind unloose;

And do thou listen, for these words of mine

Of a great doctrine will a present make thee. By not enduring on the power that wills

Curb for his good, that man who ne'er was born, Damning himself damned all his progeny ;







Whereby the human species down below

Lay sick for many centuries in great error,

Till to descend it pleased the Word of God
To where the nature, which from its own Maker

Estranged itself, he joined to him in person

By the sole act of his eternal love. Now unto what is said direct thy sight;

This nature when united to its Maker,

Such as created, was sincere and good; But by itself alone was banished forth

From Paradise, because it turned aside

Out of the way of truth and of its life. Therefore the penalty the cross held out,

If measured by the nature thus assumed,

None ever yet with so great justice stung, And none was ever of so great injustice,

Considering who the Person was that suffered,

Within whom such a nature was contracted. From one act therefore issued things diverse;

To God and to the Jews one death was pleasing ;

Earth trembled at it and the Heaven was opened. It should no longer now seem difficult

To thee, when it is said that a just vengeance

By a just court was afterward avenged. But now do I behold thy mind entangled

From thought to thought within a knot, from which

With great desire it waits to free itself. Thou sayest, Well discern I what I hear;

But it is hidden from me why God willed

For our redemption only this one mode.'
Buried remaineth, brother, this decree
Unto the



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