The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri (essential books to read TXT) đ
Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.
I for thy profit pond'ring now devise,
That thou mayst follow me, and I thy guide
Will lead thee hence through an eternal space,
Where thou shalt hear despairing shrieks, and see
Spirits of old tormented, who invoke
A second death; and those next view, who dwell
Content in fire, for that they hope to come,
Whene'er the time may be, among the blest,
Into whose regions if thou then desire
T' ascend, a spirit worthier then I
Must lead thee, in whose charge, when I depart,
Thou shalt be left: for that Almighty King,
Who reigns above, a rebel to his law,
Adjudges me, and therefore hath decreed,
That to his city none through me should come.
He in all parts hath sway; there rules, there holds
His citadel and throne. O happy those,
Whom there he chooses!" I to him in few:
"Bard! by that God, whom thou didst not adore,
I do beseech thee (that this ill and worse
I may escap
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We to one side retirâd, into a place Open and bright and lofty, whence each one Stood manifest to view. Incontinent There on the green enamel of the plain Were shown me the great spirits, by whose sight I am exalted in my own esteem.
Electra there I saw accompanied By many, among whom Hector I knew, Anchisesâ pious son, and with hawkâs eye Caesar all armâd, and by Camilla there Penthesilea. On the other side
Old King Latinus, seated by his child Lavinia, and that Brutus I beheld, Who Tarquin chasâd, Lucretia, Catoâs wife Marcia, with Julia and Cornelia there; And sole apart retirâd, the Soldan fierce.
Then when a little more I raisâd my brow, I spied the master of the sapient throng, Seated amid the philosophic train.
Him all admire, all pay him revârence due.
There Socrates and Plato both I markâd, Nearest to him in rank; Democritus, Who sets the world at chance, Diogenes, With Heraclitus, and Empedocles,
And Anaxagoras, and Thales sage,
Zeno, and Dioscorides well read
In natureâs secret lore. Orpheus I markâd And Linus, Tully and moral Seneca, Euclid and Ptolemy, Hippocrates,
Galenus, Avicen, and him who made
That commentary vast, Averroes.
Of all to speak at full were vain attempt; For my wide theme so urges, that ofttimes My words fall short of what bechancâd. In two The six associates part. Another way My sage guide leads me, from that air serene, Into a climate ever vexâd with storms: And to a part I come where no light shines.
CANTO V
FROM the first circle I descended thus Down to the second, which, a lesser space Embracing, so much more of grief contains Provoking bitter moans. There, Minos stands Grinning with ghastly feature: he, of all Who enter, strict examining the crimes, Gives sentence, and dismisses them beneath, According as he foldeth him around: For when before him comes thâ ill fated soul, It all confesses; and that judge severe Of sins, considering what place in hell Suits the transgression, with his tail so oft Himself encircles, as degrees beneath He dooms it to descend. Before him stand Always a numârous throng; and in his turn Each one to judgment passing, speaks, and hears His fate, thence downward to his dwelling hurlâd.
âO thou! who to this residence of woe Approachest?â when he saw me coming, cried Minos, relinquishing his dread employ, âLook how thou enter here; beware in whom Thou place thy trust; let not the entrance broad Deceive thee to thy harm.â To him my guide: âWherefore exclaimest? Hinder not his way By destiny appointed; so âtis willâd Where will and power are one. Ask thou no more.â
Now âgin the rueful wailings to be heard.
Now am I come where many a plaining voice Smites on mine ear. Into a place I came Where light was silent all. Bellowing there groanâd A noise as of a sea in tempest torn By warring winds. The stormy blast of hell With restless fury drives the spirits on Whirlâd round and dashâd amain with sore annoy.
When they arrive before the ruinous sweep, There shrieks are heard, there lamentations, moans, And blasphemies âgainst the good Power in heaven.
I understood that to this torment sad The carnal sinners are condemnâd, in whom Reason by lust is swayâd. As in large troops And multitudinous, when winter reigns, The starlings on their wings are borne abroad; So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls.
On this side and on that, above, below, It drives them: hope of rest to solace them Is none, nor eâen of milder pang. As cranes, Chanting their dolârous notes, traverse the sky, Stretchâd out in long array: so I beheld Spirits, who came loud wailing, hurried on By their dire doom. Then I: âInstructor! who Are these, by the black air so scourgâd?âââ The first âMong those, of whom thou questionâst,â he replied, âOâer many tongues was empress. She in vice Of luxury was so shameless, that she made Liking be lawful by promulgâd decree, To clear the blame she had herself incurrâd.
This is Semiramis, of whom âtis writ, That she succeeded Ninus her espousâd; And held the land, which now the Soldan rules.
The next in amorous fury slew herself, And to Sicheusâ ashes broke her faith: Then follows Cleopatra, lustful queen.â
There markâd I Helen, for whose sake so long The time was fraught with evil; there the great Achilles, who with love fought to the end.
Paris I saw, and Tristan; and beside A thousand more he showâd me, and by name Pointed them out, whom love bereavâd of life.
When I had heard my sage instructor name Those dames and knights of antique days, oâerpowerâd By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind Was lost; and I began: âBard! willingly I would address those two together coming, Which seem so light before the wind.â He thus: âNote thou, when nearer they to us approach.
Then by that love which carries them along, Entreat; and they will come.â Soon as the wind Swayâd them toward us, I thus framâd my speech: âO wearied spirits! come, and hold discourse With us, if by none else restrainâd.â As doves By fond desire invited, on wide wings And firm, to their sweet nest returning home, Cleave the air, wafted by their will along; Thus issuâd from that troop, where Dido ranks, They through the ill air speeding; with such force My cry prevailâd by strong affection urgâd.
âO gracious creature and benign! who goâst Visiting, through this element obscure, Us, who the world with bloody stain imbruâd; If for a friend the King of all we ownâd, Our prayâr to him should for thy peace arise, Since thou hast pity on our evil plight.
()f whatsoeâer to hear or to discourse It pleases thee, that will we hear, of that Freely with thee discourse, while eâer the wind, As now, is mute. The land, that gave me birth, Is situate on the coast, where Po descends To rest in ocean with his sequent streams.
âLove, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt, Entangled him by that fair form, from me Taâen in such cruel sort, as grieves me still: Love, that denial takes from none belovâd, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou seeâst, he yet deserts me not.
Love brought us to one death: Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life.â Such were their words; At hearing which downward I bent my looks, And held them there so long, that the bard cried: âWhat art thou pondâring?â I in answer thus: âAlas! by what sweet thoughts, what fond desire Must they at length to that ill pass have reachâd!â
Then turning, I to them my speech addressâd.
And thus began: âFrancesca! your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes?â She replied: âNo greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misâry is at hand! That kens Thy learnâd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root, From whence our love gat being, I will do, As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thrallâd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alterâd cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we read, The wished smile, rapturously kissâd By one so deep in love, then he, who neâer From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kissâd. The book and writer both Were loveâs purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.â While thus one spirit spake, The other wailâd so sorely, that heartstruck I through compassion fainting, seemâd not far From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.
CANTO VI
MY sense reviving, that erewhile had droopâd With pity for the kindred shades, whence grief Oâercame me wholly, straight around I see New torments, new tormented souls, which way Soeâer I move, or turn, or bend my sight.
In the third circle I arrive, of showârs Ceaseless, accursed, heavy, and cold, unchangâd For ever, both in kind and in degree.
Large hail, discolourâd water, sleety flaw Through the dun midnight air streamâd down amain: Stank all the land whereon that tempest fell.
Cerberus, cruel monster, fierce and strange, Through his wide threefold throat barks as a dog Over the multitude immersâd beneath.
His eyes glare crimson, black his unctuous beard, His belly large, and clawâd the hands, with which He tears the spirits, flays them, and their limbs Piecemeal disparts. Howling there spread, as curs, Under the rainy deluge, with one side The other screening, oft they roll them round, A wretched, godless crew. When that great worm Descried us, savage Cerberus, he opâd His jaws, and the fangs showâd us; not a limb Of him but trembled. Then my guide, his palms Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth Raisâd them, and cast it in his ravenous maw.
Eâen as a dog, that yelling bays for food His keeper, when the morsel comes, lets fall His fury, bent alone with eager haste To swallow it; so droppâd the loathsome cheeks Of demon Cerberus, who thundâring stuns The spirits, that they for deafness wish in vain.
We, oâer the shades thrown prostrate by the brunt Of the heavy tempest passing, set our feet Upon their emptiness, that substance seemâd.
They all along the earth extended lay Save one, that sudden raisâd himself to sit, Soon as that way he saw us pass. âO thou!â
He cried, âwho through the infernal shades art led, Own, if again thou knowâst me. Thou wast framâd Or ere my frame was broken.â I replied: âThe anguish thou endurâst perchance so takes Thy form from my remembrance, that it seems As if I saw thee never. But inform Me who thou art, that in a place so sad Art set, and in such torment, that although Other be greater, more disgustful none Can be imaginâd.â He in answer thus: âThy city heapâd with envy to the brim, Ay that the measure overflows its bounds, Held me in brighter days. Ye citizens Were wont to name me Ciacco. For the sin Of gluttâny, damned vice, beneath this rain, Eâen as thou seeâst, I with fatigue am worn; Nor I sole spirit in this woe: all these Have by like crime incurrâd like punishment.â
No more he said, and I my speech resumâd: âCiacco! thy dire affliction grieves me much, Even to tears. But tell me, if thou knowâst, What shall at length befall the citizens Of the divided city; whether any just one Inhabit there: and tell me of the cause, Whence jarring discord hath assailâd it thus?â
He then: âAfter long striving they will come To blood; and the wild party from the woods Will chase the other with much injury forth.
Then it behoves, that this must fall, within Three solar circles; and the other rise By borrowâd force of one, who under shore Now rests. It shall a long space hold aloof Its forehead, keeping under heavy weight The other oppressâd, indignant at the load, And grieving sore. The just are two in number, But they neglected. Avârice, envy, pride, Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all On fire.â Here ceasâd the lamentable sound; And I continuâd thus: âStill would I learn More from thee, farther parley still entreat.
Of Farinata and Tegghiaio say,
They who so well deservâd, of Giacopo, Arrigo, Mosca, and the rest, who bent Their minds on working good. Oh!
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