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twg_000000039400 | thou wast questioned of the truth at Troy. If I spake false, thou falsifiedst the coin, Said Sinon; and for one fault I am here, And thou for more than any other demon. Remember, perjurer, about the horse, He made reply who had the swollen belly, And rueful be it thee the whole world knows it. Rueful to thee the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039401 | thirst be wherewith cracks Thy tongue, the Greek said, and the putrid water That hedges so thy paunch before thine eyes. Then the false-coiner: So is gaping wide Thy mouth for speaking evil, as tis wont; Because if I have thirst, and humour stuff me Thou hast the burning and the head that aches, And to lick up the mirror | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039402 | of Narcissus Thou wouldst not want words many to invite thee. In listening to them was I wholly fixed, When said the Master to me: Now just look, For little wants it that I quarrel with thee. When him I heard in anger speak to me, I turned me round towards him with such shame That still it eddies through | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039403 | my memory. And as he is who dreams of his own harm, Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream, So that he craves what is, as if it were not; Such I became, not having power to speak, For to excuse myself I wished, and still Excused myself, and did not think I did it. Less shame doth wash | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039404 | away a greater fault, The Master said, than this of thine has been; Therefore thyself disburden of all sadness, And make account that I am aye beside thee, If eer it come to pass that fortune bring thee Where there are people in a like dispute; For a base wish it is to wish to hear it. Inferno: Canto XXXI | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039405 | One and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine; Thus do I hear that once Achilles spear, His and his fathers, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon. We turned our backs upon the wretched valley, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039406 | Upon the bank that girds it round about, Going across it without any speech. There it was less than night, and less than day, So that my sight went little in advance; But I could hear the blare of a loud horn, So loud it would have made each thunder faint, Which, counter to it following its way, Mine eyes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039407 | directed wholly to one place. After the dolorous discomfiture When Charlemagne the holy emprise lost, So terribly Orlando sounded not. Short while my head turned thitherward I held When many lofty towers I seemed to see, Whereat I: Master, say, what town is this? And he to me: Because thou peerest forth Athwart the darkness at too great a distance, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039408 | It happens that thou errest in thy fancy. Well shalt thou see, if thou arrivest there, How much the sense deceives itself by distance; Therefore a little faster spur thee on. Then tenderly he took me by the hand, And said: Before we farther have advanced, That the reality may seem to thee Less strange, know that these are not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039409 | towers, but giants, And they are in the well, around the bank, From navel downward, one and all of them. As, when the fog is vanishing away, Little by little doth the sight refigure Whateer the mist that crowds the air conceals, So, piercing through the dense and darksome air, More and more near approaching towrd the verge, My error | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039410 | fled, and fear came over me; Because as on its circular parapets Montereggione crowns itself with towers, Een thus the margin which surrounds the well With one half of their bodies turreted The horrible giants, whom Jove menaces Een now from out the heavens when he thunders. And I of one already saw the face, Shoulders, and breast, and great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039411 | part of the belly, And down along his sides both of the arms. Certainly Nature, when she left the making Of animals like these, did well indeed, By taking such executors from Mars; And if of elephants and whales she doth not Repent her, whosoever looketh subtly More just and more discreet will hold her for it; For where the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039412 | argument of intellect Is added unto evil will and power, No rampart can the people make against it. His face appeared to me as long and large As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peters, And in proportion were the other bones; So that the margin, which an apron was Down from the middle, showed so much of him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039413 | Above it, that to reach up to his hair Three Frieslanders in vain had vaunted them; For I beheld thirty great palms of him Down from the place where man his mantle buckles. Raphael mai amech izabi almi, Began to clamour the ferocious mouth, To which were not befitting sweeter psalms. And unto him my Guide: Soul idiotic, Keep to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039414 | thy horn, and vent thyself with that, When wrath or other passion touches thee. Search round thy neck, and thou wilt find the belt Which keeps it fastened, O bewildered soul, And see it, where it bars thy mighty breast. Then said to me: He doth himself accuse; This one is Nimrod, by whose evil thought One language in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039415 | world is not still used. Here let us leave him and not speak in vain; For even such to him is every language As his to others, which to none is known. Therefore a longer journey did we make, Turned to the left, and a crossbow-shot oft We found another far more fierce and large. In binding him, who might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039416 | the master be I cannot say; but he had pinioned close Behind the right arm, and in front the other, With chains, that held him so begirt about From the neck down, that on the part uncovered It wound itself as far as the fifth gyre. This proud one wished to make experiment Of his own power against the Supreme | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039417 | Jove, My Leader said, whence he has such a guerdon. Ephialtes is his name; he showed great prowess. What time the giants terrified the gods; The arms he wielded never more he moves. And I to him: If possible, I should wish That of the measureless Briareus These eyes of mine might have experience. Whence he replied: Thou shalt behold | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039418 | Antaeus Close by here, who can speak and is unbound, Who at the bottom of all crime shall place us. Much farther yon is he whom thou wouldst see, And he is bound, and fashioned like to this one, Save that he seems in aspect more ferocious. There never was an earthquake of such might That it could shake a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039419 | tower so violently, As Ephialtes suddenly shook himself. Then was I more afraid of death than ever, For nothing more was needful than the fear, If I had not beheld the manacles. Then we proceeded farther in advance, And to Antaeus came, who, full five ells Without the head, forth issued from the cavern. O thou, who in the valley | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039420 | fortunate, Which Scipio the heir of glory made, When Hannibal turned back with all his hosts, Once broughtst a thousand lions for thy prey, And who, hadst thou been at the mighty war Among thy brothers, some it seems still think The sons of Earth the victory would have gained: Place us below, nor be disdainful of it, There where | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039421 | the cold doth lock Cocytus up. Make us not go to Tityus nor Typhoeus; This one can give of that which here is longed for; Therefore stoop down, and do not curl thy lip. Still in the world can he restore thy fame; Because he lives, and still expects long life, If to itself Grace call him not untimely. So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039422 | said the Master; and in haste the other His hands extended and took up my Guide, Hands whose great pressure Hercules once felt. Virgilius, when he felt himself embraced, Said unto me: Draw nigh, that I may take thee; Then of himself and me one bundle made. As seems the Carisenda, to behold Beneath the leaning side, when goes a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039423 | cloud Above it so that opposite it hangs; Such did Antaeus seem to me, who stood Watching to see him stoop, and then it was I could have wished to go some other way. But lightly in the abyss, which swallows up Judas with Lucifer, he put us down; Nor thus bowed downward made he there delay, But, as a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039424 | mast does in a ship, uprose. Inferno: Canto XXXII If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous, As were appropriate to the dismal hole Down upon which thrust all the other rocks, I would press out the juice of my conception More fully; but because I have them not, Not without fear I bring myself to speak; For tis no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039425 | enterprise to take in jest, To sketch the bottom of all the universe, Nor for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbo. But may those Ladies help this verse of mine, Who helped Amphion in enclosing Thebes, That from the fact the word be not diverse. O rabble ill-begotten above all, Whore in the place to speak of which is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039426 | hard, Twere better ye had here been sheep or goats! When we were down within the darksome well, Beneath the giants feet, but lower far, And I was scanning still the lofty wall, I heard it said to me: Look how thou steppest! Take heed thou do not trample with thy feet The heads of the tired, miserable brothers! Whereat | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039427 | I turned me round, and saw before me And underfoot a lake, that from the frost The semblance had of glass, and not of water. So thick a veil neer made upon its current In winter-time Danube in Austria, Nor there beneath the frigid sky the Don, As there was here; so that if Tambernich Had fallen upon it, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039428 | Pietrapana, Een at the edge twould not have given a creak. And as to croak the frog doth place himself With muzzle out of water,when is dreaming Of gleaning oftentimes the peasant-girl, Livid, as far down as where shame appears, Were the disconsolate shades within the ice, Setting their teeth unto the note of storks. Each one his countenance held | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039429 | downward bent; From mouth the cold, from eyes the doleful heart Among them witness of itself procures. When round about me somewhat I had looked, I downward turned me, and saw two so close, The hair upon their heads together mingled. Ye who so strain your breasts together, tell me, I said, who are you; and they bent their necks, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039430 | And when to me their faces they had lifted, Their eyes, which first were only moist within, Gushed oer the eyelids, and the frost congealed The tears between, and locked them up again. Clamp never bound together wood with wood So strongly; whereat they, like two he-goats, Butted together, so much wrath oercame them. And one, who had by reason | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039431 | of the cold Lost both his ears, still with his visage downward, Said: Why dost thou so mirror thyself in us? If thou desire to know who these two are, The valley whence Bisenzio descends Belonged to them and to their father Albert. They from one body came, and all Caina Thou shalt search through, and shalt not find a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039432 | shade More worthy to be fixed in gelatine; Not he in whom were broken breast and shadow At one and the same blow by Arthurs hand; Focaccia not; not he who me encumbers So with his head I see no farther forward, And bore the name of Sassol Mascheroni; Well knowest thou who he was, if thou art Tuscan. And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039433 | that thou put me not to further speech, Know that I Camicion de Pazzi was, And wait Carlino to exonerate me. Then I beheld a thousand faces, made Purple with cold; whence oer me comes a shudder, And evermore will come, at frozen ponds. And while we were advancing towrds the middle, Where everything of weight unites together, And I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039434 | was shivering in the eternal shade, Whether twere will, or destiny, or chance, I know not; but in walking mong the heads I struck my foot hard in the face of one. Weeping he growled: Why dost thou trample me? Unless thou comest to increase the vengeance of Montaperti, why dost thou molest me? And I: My Master, now wait | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039435 | here for me, That I through him may issue from a doubt; Then thou mayst hurry me, as thou shalt wish. The Leader stopped; and to that one I said Who was blaspheming vehemently still: Who art thou, that thus reprehendest others? Now who art thou, that goest through Antenora Smiting, replied he, other peoples cheeks, So that, if thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039436 | wert living, twere too much? Living I am, and dear to thee it may be, Was my response, if thou demandest fame, That mid the other notes thy name I place. And he to me: For the reverse I long; Take thyself hence, and give me no more trouble; For ill thou knowest to flatter in this hollow. Then by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039437 | the scalp behind I seized upon him, And said: It must needs be thou name thyself, Or not a hair remain upon thee here. Whence he to me: Though thou strip off my hair, I will not tell thee who I am, nor show thee, If on my head a thousand times thou fall. I had his hair in hand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039438 | already twisted, And more than one shock of it had pulled out, He barking, with his eyes held firmly down, When cried another: What doth ail thee, Bocca? Ist not enough to clatter with thy jaws, But thou must bark? what devil touches thee? Now, said I, I care not to have thee speak, Accursed traitor; for unto thy shame | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039439 | I will report of thee veracious news. Begone, replied he, and tell what thou wilt, But be not silent, if thou issue hence, Of him who had just now his tongue so prompt; He weepeth here the silver of the French; I saw, thus canst thou phrase it, him of Duera There where the sinners stand out in the cold. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039440 | If thou shouldst questioned be who else was there, Thou hast beside thee him of Beccaria, Of whom the gorget Florence slit asunder; Gianni del Soldanier, I think, may be Yonder with Ganellon, and Tebaldello Who oped Faenza when the people slep. Already we had gone away from him, When I beheld two frozen in one hole, So that one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039441 | head a hood was to the other; And even as bread through hunger is devoured, The uppermost on the other set his teeth, There where the brain is to the nape united. Not in another fashion Tydeus gnawed The temples of Menalippus in disdain, Than that one did the skull and the other things. O thou, who showest by such | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039442 | bestial sign Thy hatred against him whom thou art eating, Tell me the wherefore, said I, with this compact, That if thou rightfully of him complain, In knowing who ye are, and his transgression, I in the world above repay thee for it, If that wherewith I speak be not dried up. Inferno: Canto XXXIII His mouth uplifted from his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039443 | grim repast, That sinner, wiping it upon the hair Of the same head that he behind had wasted. Then he began: Thou wilt that I renew The desperate grief, which wrings my heart already To think of only, ere I speak of it; But if my words be seed that may bear fruit Of infamy to the traitor whom I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039444 | gnaw, Speaking and weeping shalt thou see together. I know not who thou art, nor by what mode Thou hast come down here; but a Florentine Thou seemest to me truly, when I hear thee. Thou hast to know I was Count Ugolino, And this one was Ruggieri the Archbishop; Now I will tell thee why I am such a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039445 | neighbour. That, by effect of his malicious thoughts, Trusting in him I was made prisoner, And after put to death, I need not say; But neertheless what thou canst not have heard, That is to say, how cruel was my death, Hear shalt thou, and shalt know if he has wronged me. A narrow perforation in the mew, Which bears | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039446 | because of me the title of Famine, And in which others still must be locked up, Had shown me through its opening many moons Already, when I dreamed the evil dream Which of the future rent for me the veil. This one appeared to me as lord and master, Hunting the wolf and whelps upon the mountain For which the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039447 | Pisans cannot Lucca see. With sleuth-hounds gaunt, and eager, and well trained, Gualandi with Sismondi and Lanfianchi He had sent out before him to the front. After brief course seemed unto me forespent The father and the sons, and with sharp tushes It seemed to me I saw their flanks ripped open. When I before the morrow was awake, Moaning | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039448 | amid their sleep I heard my sons Who with me were, and asking after bread. Cruel indeed art thou, if yet thou grieve not, Thinking of what my heart foreboded me, And weepst thou not, what art thou wont to weep at? They were awake now, and the hour drew nigh At which our food used to be brought to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039449 | us, And through his dream was each one apprehensive; And I heard locking up the under door Of the horrible tower; whereat without a word I gazed into the faces of my sons. I wept not, I within so turned to stone; They wept; and darling little Anselm mine Said: Thou dost gaze so, father, what doth ail thee? Still | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039450 | not a tear I shed, nor answer made All of that day, nor yet the night thereafter, Until another sun rose on the world. As now a little glimmer made its way Into the dolorous prison, and I saw Upon four faces my own very aspect, Both of my hands in agony I bit; And, thinking that I did it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039451 | from desire Of eating, on a sudden they uprose, And said they: Father, much less pain twill give us If thou do eat of us; thyself didst clothe us With this poor flesh, and do thou strip it off. I calmed me then, not to make them more sad. That day we all were silent, and the next. Ah! obdurate | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039452 | earth, wherefore didst thou not open? When we had come unto the fourth day, Gaddo Threw himself down outstretched before my feet, Saying, My father, why dost thou not help me? And there he died; and, as thou seest me, I saw the three fall, one by one, between The fifth day and the sixth; whence I betook me, Already | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039453 | blind, to groping over each, And three days called them after they were dead; Then hunger did what sorrow could not do. When he had said this, with his eyes distorted, The wretched skull resumed he with his teeth, Which, as a dogs, upon the bone were strong. Ah! Pisa, thou opprobrium of the people Of the fair land there | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039454 | where the Si doth sound, Since slow to punish thee thy neighbours are, Let the Capraia and Gorgona move, And make a hedge across the mouth of Arno That every person in thee it may drown! For if Count Ugolino had the fame Of having in thy castles thee betrayed, Thou shouldst not on such cross have put his sons. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039455 | Guiltless of any crime, thou modern Thebes! Their youth made Uguccione and Brigata, And the other two my song doth name above! We passed still farther onward, where the ice Another people ruggedly enswathes, Not downward turned, but all of them reversed. Weeping itself there does not let them weep, And grief that finds a barrier in the eyes Turns | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039456 | itself inward to increase the anguish; Because the earliest tears a cluster form, And, in the manner of a crystal visor, Fill all the cup beneath the eyebrow full. And notwithstanding that, as in a callus, Because of cold all sensibility Its station had abandoned in my face, Still it appeared to me I felt some wind; Whence I: My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039457 | Master, who sets this in motion? Is not below here every vapour quenched? Whence he to me: Full soon shalt thou be where Thine eye shall answer make to thee of this, Seeing the cause which raineth down the blast. And one of the wretches of the frozen crust Cried out to us: O souls so merciless That the last | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039458 | post is given unto you, Lift from mine eyes the rigid veils, that I May vent the sorrow which impregns my heart A little, eer the weeping recongeal. Whence I to him: If thou wouldst have me help thee Say who thou wast; and if I free thee not, May I go to the bottom of the ice. Then he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039459 | replied: I am Friar Alberigo; He am I of the fruit of the bad garden, Who here a date am getting for my fig. O, said I to him, now art thou, too, dead? And he to me: How may my body fare Up in the world, no knowledge I possess. Such an advantage has this Ptolomaea, That oftentimes the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039460 | soul descendeth here Sooner than Atropos in motion sets it. And, that thou mayest more willingly remove From off my countenance these glassy tears, Know that as soon as any soul betrays As I have done, his body by a demon Is taken from him, who thereafter rules it, Until his time has wholly been revolved. Itself down rushes into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039461 | such a cistern; And still perchance above appears the body Of yonder shade, that winters here behind me. This thou shouldst know, if thou hast just come down; It is Ser Branca d Oria, and many years Have passed away since he was thus locked up. I think, said I to him, thou dost deceive me; For Branca d Oria | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039462 | is not dead as yet, And eats, and drinks, and sleeps, and puts on clothes. In moat above, said he, of Malebranche, There where is boiling the tenacious pitch, As yet had Michel Zanche not arrived, When this one left a devil in his stead In his own body and one near of kin, Who made together with him the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039463 | betrayal. But hitherward stretch out thy hand forthwith, Open mine eyes;and open them I did not, And to be rude to him was courtesy. Ah, Genoese! ye men at variance With every virtue, full of every vice Wherefore are ye not scattered from the world? For with the vilest spirit of Romagna I found of you one such, who for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039464 | his deeds In soul already in Cocytus bathes, And still above in body seems alive! Inferno: Canto XXXIV Vexilla Regis prodeunt Inferni Towards us; therefore look in front of thee, My Master said, if thou discernest him. As, when there breathes a heavy fog, or when Our hemisphere is darkening into night, Appears far off a mill the wind is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039465 | turning, Methought that such a building then I saw; And, for the wind, I drew myself behind My Guide, because there was no other shelter. Now was I, and with fear in verse I put it, There where the shades were wholly covered up, And glimmered through like unto straws in glass. Some prone are lying, others stand erect, This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039466 | with the head, and that one with the soles; Another, bow-like, face to feet inverts. When in advance so far we had proceeded, That it my Master pleased to show to me The creature who once had the beauteous semblance, He from before me moved and made me stop, Saying: Behold Dis, and behold the place Where thou with fortitude | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039467 | must arm thyself. How frozen I became and powerless then, Ask it not, Reader, for I write it not, Because all language would be insufficient. I did not die, and I alive remained not; Think for thyself now, hast thou aught of wit, What I became, being of both deprived. The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous From his mid-breast forth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039468 | issued from the ice; And better with a giant I compare Than do the giants with those arms of his; Consider now how great must be that whole, Which unto such a part conforms itself. Were he as fair once, as he now is foul, And lifted up his brow against his Maker, Well may proceed from him all tribulation. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039469 | O, what a marvel it appeared to me, When I beheld three faces on his head! The one in front, and that vermilion was; Two were the others, that were joined with this Above the middle part of either shoulder, And they were joined together at the crest; And the right-hand one seemed twixt white and yellow; The left was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039470 | such to look upon as those Who come from where the Nile falls valley-ward. Underneath each came forth two mighty wings, Such as befitting were so great a bird; Sails of the sea I never saw so large. No feathers had they, but as of a bat Their fashion was; and he was waving them, So that three winds proceeded | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039471 | forth therefrom. Thereby Cocytus wholly was congealed. With six eyes did he weep, and down three chins Trickled the tear-drops and the bloody drivel. At every mouth he with his teeth was crunching A sinner, in the manner of a brake, So that he three of them tormented thus. To him in front the biting was as naught Unto the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039472 | clawing, for sometimes the spine Utterly stripped of all the skin remained. That soul up there which has the greatest pain, The Master said, is Judas Iscariot; With head inside, he plies his legs without. Of the two others, who head downward are, The one who hangs from the black jowl is Brutus; See how he writhes himself, and speaks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039473 | no word. And the other, who so stalwart seems, is Cassius. But night is reascending, and tis time That we depart, for we have seen the whole. As seemed him good, I clasped him round the neck, And he the vantage seized of time and place, And when the wings were opened wide apart, He laid fast hold upon the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039474 | shaggy sides; From fell to fell descended downward then Between the thick hair and the frozen crust. When we were come to where the thigh revolves Exactly on the thickness of the haunch, The Guide, with labour and with hard-drawn breath, Turned round his head where he had had his legs, And grappled to the hair, as one who mounts, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039475 | So that to Hell I thought we were returning. Keep fast thy hold, for by such stairs as these, The Master said, panting as one fatigued, Must we perforce depart from so much evil. Then through the opening of a rock he issued, And down upon the margin seated me; Then towrds me he outstretched his wary step. I lifted | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039476 | up mine eyes and thought to see Lucifer in the same way I had left him; And I beheld him upward hold his legs. And if I then became disquieted, Let stolid people think who do not see What the point is beyond which I had passed. Rise up, the Master said, upon thy feet; The way is long, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039477 | difficult the road, And now the sun to middle-tierce returns. It was not any palace corridor There where we were, but dungeon natural, With floor uneven and unease of light. Ere from the abyss I tear myself away, My Master, said I when I had arisen, To draw me from an error speak a little; Where is the ice? and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039478 | how is this one fixed Thus upside down? and how in such short time From eve to morn has the sun made his transit? And he to me: Thou still imaginest Thou art beyond the centre, where I grasped The hair of the fell worm, who mines the world. That side thou wast, so long as I descended; When round | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039479 | I turned me, thou didst pass the point To which things heavy draw from every side, And now beneath the hemisphere art come Opposite that which overhangs the vast Dry-land, and neath whose cope was put to death The Man who without sin was born and lived. Thou hast thy feet upon the little sphere Which makes the other face | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039480 | of the Judecca. Here it is morn when it is evening there; And he who with his hair a stairway made us Still fixed remaineth as he was before. Upon this side he fell down out of heaven; And all the land, that whilom here emerged, For fear of him made of the sea a veil, And came to our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039481 | hemisphere; and peradventure To flee from him, what on this side appears Left the place vacant here, and back recoiled. A place there is below, from Beelzebub As far receding as the tomb extends, Which not by sight is known, but by the sound Of a small rivulet, that there descendeth Through chasm within the stone, which it has gnawed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039482 | With course that winds about and slightly falls. The Guide and I into that hidden road Now entered, to return to the bright world; And without care of having any rest We mounted up, he first and I the second, Till I beheld through a round aperture Some of the beauteous things that Heaven doth bear; Thence we came forth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039483 | Produced by Jonathan Ingram and PG Distributed Proofreaders THE EULOGIES OF HOWARD. A VISION. ----to tell of deeds Above heroic. MILTON. M.DCC.XCI. THE EULOGIES OF HOWARD It was my chance to be conversing with a Friend of the benevolent and indefatigable HOWARD, when our country was first afflicted with the public intelligence of his death. After our first expression of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039484 | surprize and sorrow, we naturally fell into serious and affectionate reflections on the gentle character and sublime pursuits of the deceased. On these articles we had no difference of opinion; but in the course of our conversation a point arose, on which our sentiments were directly opposite, though we were equally sincere and ardent in our regret and veneration for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039485 | the departed Worthy, to whom it related. I happened to speak of the public honours that, I hoped, a grateful, a generous, a magnificent Nation would render to his memory. My companion immediately exclaimed, "that every ostentatious memorial, to commemorate the virtues of his friend, would be inconsistent with the meekness and simplicity of the man; that all, who had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039486 | the happiness of knowing HOWARD, must recollect with what genuine modesty he had ever retired from the enthusiastic admiration of those, who had hoped to gratify his ambition by undeserved applause; that he had really sought no reward but in the approbation of his conscience and his GOD; that the British Nation, however eminent for genius and munificence, could not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039487 | devise any posthumous honours, or raise any monument, truly worthy of HOWARD, except in adopting and accomplishing those benevolent projects which his philanthropy and experience had recommended to public attention for the benefit of mankind." I readily admitted the singular and unquestionable modesty of the deceased.--I allowed that the noblest tribute of respect, which the world could render to so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039488 | pure a spirit, would be to realize his ideas; but I contended, that other honours are still due to his name; that it is the duty and the interest of mankind to commemorate his character with the fondest veneration. I reminded my companion, that although we were sincerely convinced that no human mind, engaged in great designs, could be more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039489 | truly modest than that of HOWARD; yet we had particular reason to recollect, that he was not insensible to praise. He had once imparted to us his feelings on that subject with a frank and tender simplicity, highly graceful in an upright and magnanimous being, conscious of no sentiment that he could wish to conceal. Indeed, a sincere and ardent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039490 | passion for virtue could hardly subsist with a disdain of true glory, which is nothing more than the proper testimony of intelligent and honed admiration to the existence of merit: nor is it reasonable to suppose that the fondest expressions of remembrance from a world, which he has served and enlightened, can be displeasing to the spirit of "a just | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039491 | man made perfect;" since we are taught by Religion, that the gratitude of mankind is acceptable even to GOD. I endeavoured to convince my companion, that, as the Publick had seen in HOWARD a person who reflected more genuine honour on our country than any of her Philosophers, her Poets, her Orators, her Heroes, or Divines, it is incumbent on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039492 | the Nation to consult her own glory by commemorating, in the fullest manner, his beneficent exertions, and by establishing the dignity of his unrivaled virtue. My arguments, and my zeal, made some impression on the mind of my antagonist; and sunk so deeply into my own, that on my retiring to rest they gave rise to the following vision. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039493 | was suddenly transported to the confines of a region, which astonished me by its loveliness and extent; it was called, The Paradise of true Glory. As I approached the entrance, my eyes were delightfully fascinated by two beings of human form, who presided over the portal. Their names were Genius and Sensibility:--it was their office to gratify with a view | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039494 | of this Paradise every mortal that revered them sincerely; and to reject only such intruders as presumed to treat either the one or the other with the insolence of disdain, or the coldness of contempt: an incident that I should have thought impossible, from the transcendent beauty which is visible in each; but, to my surprize, they informed me it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039495 | very frequently happened. As I readily paid them the unsuspected homage of my soul, I was graciously permitted to pass the gate.--Immediately as I entered, I was saluted with a seraphic smile, by two benignant and inseparable Spirits: these were Gratitude and Admiration, the joint rulers of the dominion--"You are welcome," said the first, in a tone of angelic tenderness--"You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039496 | are welcome to a scene utterly new to your senses, and in harmony with your heart: you delight in the praises of the deserving: and you are now wafted to a spot, where those who have merited highly of mankind are praised in proportion to their desert, and where the praise of exalted merit is fondly listened to by an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039497 | extensive human audience, here purified by our supernatural agency from all the low and little jealousies of the earth." I had hardly answered this pleasing information by a grateful obeisance to my radiant informer, when I perceived, in a gorgeous prospect that now opened before us, three structures of stupendous size and superior magnificence. The first was situated in a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039498 | grove of olives, and appeared to me like an ancient temple of Attica, remarkable for massive strength, and a sober dignity--the second was less solid, but richer in decoration; and seemed to be almost surrounded by every tree and plant on which Nature has bestowed any salutary virtue: the third was shaded only by palms; the form of it was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000039499 | so wonderfully grand and aweful, that it struck me as a sanctuary for every pure and devout spirit from all the nations of the globe. "These structures, that you survey with astonishment," said one of my benevolent conductors, "are devoted to what you mortals denominate the three liberal professions, Law, Medicine, and Theology. Whoever has a claim to distinguished honour | 60 | gutenberg |
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