Dante Alighieri: The Divine Comedy

Dante Alighieri

The Divine Comedy

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The Divine Comedy The Divine Comedy Dante Alighieri The Divine Comedy Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso Copyright: Title: The Divine Comedy: Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso Author: Dante Alighieri Publisher: Pretorian Books, Ul. Hristo Samsarov 9, 9000 Varna Date: 23.10.2019

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CANTO IV

CANTO V

CANTO VI

CANTO VII

CANTO VIII

CANTO IX

CANTO X

CANTO XI

CANTO XII

CANTO XIII

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CANTO XVI

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CANTO XVIII

CANTO XIX

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CANTO XXI

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Dante Alighieri

The Divine Comedy

Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso

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Title: The Divine Comedy: Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso

Author: Dante Alighieri

Publisher: Pretorian Books, Ul. Hristo Samsarov 9, 9000 Varna

Date: 23.10.2019

IN the midway of this our mortal life,

I found me in a gloomy wood, astray

Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell

It were no easy task, how savage wild

That forest, how robust and rough its growth,

Which to remember only, my dismay

Renews, in bitterness not far from death.

Yet to discourse of what there good befell,

All else will I relate discover'd there.

How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,

Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd

My senses down, when the true path I left,

But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd

The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,

I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad

Already vested with that planet's beam,

Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.

Then was a little respite to the fear,

That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,

All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:

And as a man, with difficult short breath,

Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,

Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands

At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd

Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,

That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frame

After short pause recomforted, again

I journey'd on over that lonely steep,

The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascent

Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,

And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,

Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove

To check my onward going; that ofttimes

With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.

The hour was morning's prime, and on his way

Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,

That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd

Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope

All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin

Of that swift animal, the matin dawn

And the sweet season. Soon that joy was chas'd,

And by new dread succeeded, when in view

A lion came, 'gainst me, as it appear'd,

With his head held aloft and hunger-mad,

That e'en the air was fear-struck. A she-wolf

Was at his heels, who in her leanness seem'd

Full of all wants, and many a land hath made

Disconsolate ere now. She with such fear

O'erwhelmed me, at the sight of her appall'd,

That of the height all hope I lost. As one,

Who with his gain elated, sees the time

When all unwares is gone, he inwardly

Mourns with heart-griping anguish; such was I,

Haunted by that fell beast, never at peace,

Who coming o'er against me, by degrees

Impell'd me where the sun in silence rests.

While to the lower space with backward step

I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,

Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.

When him in that great desert I espied,

"Have mercy on me!" cried I out aloud,

"Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!"

He answer'd: "Now not man, man once I was,

And born of Lombard parents, Mantuana both

By country, when the power of Julius yet

Was scarcely firm. At Rome my life was past

Beneath the mild Augustus, in the time

Of fabled deities and false. A bard

Was I, and made Anchises' upright son

The subject of my song, who came from Troy,

When the flames prey'd on Ilium's haughty towers.

But thou, say wherefore to such perils past

Return'st thou? wherefore not this pleasant mount

Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?"

"And art thou then that Virgil, that well-spring,

From which such copious floods of eloquence

Have issued?" I with front abash'd replied.

"Glory and light of all the tuneful train!

May it avail me that I long with zeal

Have sought thy volume, and with love immense

Have conn'd it o'er. My master thou and guide!

Thou he from whom alone I have deriv'd

That style, which for its beauty into fame

Exalts me. See the beast, from whom I fled.

O save me from her, thou illustrious sage!

"For every vein and pulse throughout my frame

She hath made tremble." He, soon as he saw

That I was weeping, answer'd, "Thou must needs

Another way pursue, if thou wouldst 'scape

From out that savage wilderness. This beast,

At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none

To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:

So bad and so accursed in her kind,

That never sated is her ravenous will,

Still after food more craving than before.

To many an animal in wedlock vile

She fastens, and shall yet to many more,

Until that greyhound come, who shall destroy

Her with sharp pain. He will not life support

By earth nor its base metals, but by love,

Wisdom, and virtue, and his land shall be

The land 'twixt either Feltro. In his might

Shall safety to Italia's plains arise,

For whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,

Nisus, Euryalus, and Turnus fell.

He with incessant chase through every town