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twg_000000052000 | they are, fixing thine eyes Upon the point in which all times are present,) While I was with Virgilius conjoined Upon the mountain that the souls doth heal, And when descending into the dead world, Were spoken to me of my future life Some grievous words; although I feel myself In sooth foursquare against the blows of chance. On this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052001 | account my wish would be content To hear what fortune is approaching me, Because foreseen an arrow comes more slowly. Thus did I say unto that selfsame light That unto me had spoken before; and even As Beatrice willed was my own will confessed. Not in vague phrase, in which the foolish folk Ensnared themselves of old, ere yet was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052002 | slain The Lamb of God who taketh sins away, But with clear words and unambiguous Language responded that paternal love, Hid and revealed by its own proper smile: Contingency, that outside of the volume Of your materiality extends not, Is all depicted in the eternal aspect. Necessity however thence it takes not, Except as from the eye, in which tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052003 | mirrored, A ship that with the current down descends. From thence, een as there cometh to the ear Sweet harmony from an organ, comes in sight To me the time that is preparing for thee. As forth from Athens went Hippolytus, By reason of his step-dame false and cruel, So thou from Florence must perforce depart. Already this is willed, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052004 | and this is sought for; And soon it shall be done by him who thinks it, Where every day the Christ is bought and sold. The blame shall follow the offended party In outcry as is usual; but the vengeance Shall witness to the truth that doth dispense it. Thou shalt abandon everything beloved Most tenderly, and this the arrow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052005 | is Which first the bow of banishment shoots forth. Thou shalt have proof how savoureth of salt The bread of others, and how hard a road The going down and up anothers stairs. And that which most shall weigh upon thy shoulders Will be the bad and foolish company With which into this valley thou shalt fall; For all ingrate, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052006 | all mad and impious Will they become against thee; but soon after They, and not thou, shall have the forehead scarlet. Of their bestiality their own proceedings Shall furnish proof; so twill be well for thee A party to have made thee by thyself. Thine earliest refuge and thine earliest inn Shall be the mighty Lombards courtesy, Who on the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052007 | Ladder bears the holy bird, Who such benign regard shall have for thee That twixt you twain, in doing and in asking, That shall be first which is with others last. With him shalt thou see one who at his birth Has by this star of strength been so impressed, That notable shall his achievements be. Not yet the people | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052008 | are aware of him Through his young age, since only nine years yet Around about him have these wheels revolved. But ere the Gascon cheat the noble Henry, Some sparkles of his virtue shall appear In caring not for silver nor for toil. So recognized shall his magnificence Become hereafter, that his enemies Will not have power to keep mute | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052009 | tongues about it. On him rely, and on his benefits; By him shall many people be transformed, Changing condition rich and mendicant; And written in thy mind thou hence shalt bear Of him, but shalt not say itand things said he Incredible to those who shall be present. Then added: Son, these are the commentaries On what was said to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052010 | thee; behold the snares That are concealed behind few revolutions; Yet would I not thy neighbours thou shouldst envy, Because thy life into the future reaches Beyond the punishment of their perfidies. When by its silence showed that sainted soul That it had finished putting in the woof Into that web which I had given it warped, Began I, even | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052011 | as he who yearneth after, Being in doubt, some counsel from a person Who seeth, and uprightly wills, and loves: Well see I, father mine, how spurreth on The time towards me such a blow to deal me As heaviest is to him who most gives way. Therefore with foresight it is well I arm me, That, if the dearest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052012 | place be taken from me, I may not lose the others by my songs. Down through the world of infinite bitterness, And oer the mountain, from whose beauteous summit The eyes of my own Lady lifted me, And afterward through heaven from light to light, I have learned that which, if I tell again, Will be a savour of strong | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052013 | herbs to many. And if I am a timid friend to truth, I fear lest I may lose my life with those Who will hereafter call this time the olden. The light in which was smiling my own treasure Which there I had discovered, flashed at first As in the sunshine doth a golden mirror; Then made reply: A conscience | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052014 | overcast Or with its own or with anothers shame, Will taste forsooth the tartness of thy word; But neertheless, all falsehood laid aside, Make manifest thy vision utterly, And let them scratch wherever is the itch; For if thine utterance shall offensive be At the first taste, a vital nutriment Twill leave thereafter, when it is digested. This cry of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052015 | thine shall do as doth the wind, Which smiteth most the most exalted summits, And that is no slight argument of honour. Therefore are shown to thee within these wheels, Upon the mount and in the dolorous valley, Only the souls that unto fame are known; Because the spirit of the hearer rests not, Nor doth confirm its faith by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052016 | an example Which has the root of it unknown and hidden, Or other reason that is not apparent. Paradiso: Canto XVIII Now was alone rejoicing in its word That soul beatified, and I was tasting My own, the bitter tempering with the sweet, And the Lady who to God was leading me Said: Change thy thought; consider that I am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052017 | Near unto Him who every wrong disburdens. Unto the loving accents of my comfort I turned me round, and then what love I saw Within those holy eyes I here relinquish; Not only that my language I distrust, But that my mind cannot return so far Above itself, unless another guide it. Thus much upon that point can I repeat, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052018 | That, her again beholding, my affection From every other longing was released. While the eternal pleasure, which direct Rayed upon Beatrice, from her fair face Contented me with its reflected aspect, Conquering me with the radiance of a smile, She said to me, Turn thee about and listen; Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise. Even as sometimes here do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052019 | we behold The affection in the look, if it be such That all the soul is wrapt away by it, So, by the flaming of the effulgence holy To which I turned, I recognized therein The wish of speaking to me somewhat farther. And it began: In this fifth resting-place Upon the tree that liveth by its summit, And aye | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052020 | bears fruit, and never loses leaf, Are blessed spirits that below, ere yet They came to Heaven, were of such great renown That every Muse therewith would affluent be. Therefore look thou upon the crosss horns; He whom I now shall name will there enact What doth within a cloud its own swift fire. I saw athwart the Cross a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052021 | splendour drawn By naming Joshua, (even as he did it,) Nor noted I the word before the deed; And at the name of the great Maccabee I saw another move itself revolving, And gladness was the whip unto that top. Likewise for Charlemagne and for Orlando, Two of them my regard attentive followed As followeth the eye its falcon flying. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052022 | William thereafterward, and Renouard, And the Duke Godfrey, did attract my sight Along upon that Cross, and Robert Guiscard. Then, moved and mingled with the other lights, The soul that had addressed me showed how great An artist twas among the heavenly singers. To my right side I turned myself around, My duty to behold in Beatrice Either by words | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052023 | or gesture signified; And so translucent I beheld her eyes, So full of pleasure, that her countenance Surpassed its other and its latest wont. And as, by feeling greater delectation, A man in doing good from day to day Becomes aware his virtue is increasing, So I became aware that my gyration With heaven together had increased its arc, That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052024 | miracle beholding more adorned. And such as is the change, in little lapse Of time, in a pale woman, when her face Is from the load of bashfulness unladen, Such was it in mine eyes, when I had turned, Caused by the whiteness of the temperate star, The sixth, which to itself had gathered me. Within that Jovial torch did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052025 | I behold The sparkling of the love which was therein Delineate our language to mine eyes. And even as birds uprisen from the shore, As in congratulation oer their food, Make squadrons of themselves, now round, now long, So from within those lights the holy creatures Sang flying to and fro, and in their figures Made of themselves now D, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052026 | now I, now L. First singing they to their own music moved; Then one becoming of these characters, A little while they rested and were silent. O divine Pegasea, thou who genius Dost glorious make, and render it long-lived, And this through thee the cities and the kingdoms, Illume me with thyself, that I may bring Their figures out as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052027 | I have them conceived! Apparent be thy power in these brief verses! Themselves then they displayed in five times seven Vowels and consonants; and I observed The parts as they seemed spoken unto me. Diligite justitiam, these were First verb and noun of all that was depicted; Qui judicatis terram were the last. Thereafter in the M of the fifth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052028 | word Remained they so arranged, that Jupiter Seemed to be silver there with gold inlaid. And other lights I saw descend where was The summit of the M, and pause there singing The good, I think, that draws them to itself. Then, as in striking upon burning logs Upward there fly innumerable sparks, Whence fools are wont to look for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052029 | auguries, More than a thousand lights seemed thence to rise, And to ascend, some more, and others less, Even as the Sun that lights them had allotted; And, each one being quiet in its place, The head and neck beheld I of an eagle Delineated by that inlaid fire. He who there paints has none to be his guide; But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052030 | Himself guides; and is from Him remembered That virtue which is form unto the nest. The other beatitude, that contented seemed At first to bloom a lily on the M, By a slight motion followed out the imprint. O gentle star! what and how many gems Did demonstrate to me, that all our justice Effect is of that heaven which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052031 | thou ingemmest! Wherefore I pray the Mind, in which begin Thy motion and thy virtue, to regard Whence comes the smoke that vitiates thy rays; So that a second time it now be wroth With buying and with selling in the temple Whose walls were built with signs and martyrdoms! O soldiery of heaven, whom I contemplate, Implore for those | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052032 | who are upon the earth All gone astray after the bad example! Once twas the custom to make war with swords; But now tis made by taking here and there The bread the pitying Father shuts from none. Yet thou, who writest but to cancel, think That Peter and that Paul, who for this vineyard Which thou art spoiling died, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052033 | are still alive! Well canst thou say: So steadfast my desire Is unto him who willed to live alone, And for a dance was led to martyrdom, That I know not the Fisherman nor Paul. Paradiso: Canto XIX Appeared before me with its wings outspread The beautiful image that in sweet fruition Made jubilant the interwoven souls; Appeared a little | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052034 | ruby each, wherein Ray of the sun was burning so enkindled That each into mine eyes refracted it. And what it now behoves me to retrace Nor voice has eer reported, nor ink written, Nor was by fantasy eer comprehended; For speak I saw, and likewise heard, the beak, And utter with its voice both I and My, When in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052035 | conception it was We and Our. And it began: Being just and merciful Am I exalted here unto that glory Which cannot be exceeded by desire; And upon earth I left my memory Such, that the evil-minded people there Commend it, but continue not the story. So doth a single heat from many embers Make itself felt, even as from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052036 | many loves Issued a single sound from out that image. Whence I thereafter: O perpetual flowers Of the eternal joy, that only one Make me perceive your odours manifold, Exhaling, break within me the great fast Which a long season has in hunger held me, Not finding for it any food on earth. Well do I know, that if in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052037 | heaven its mirror Justice Divine another realm doth make, Yours apprehends it not through any veil. You know how I attentively address me To listen; and you know what is the doubt That is in me so very old a fast. Even as a falcon, issuing from his hood, Doth move his head, and with his wings applaud him, Showing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052038 | desire, and making himself fine, Saw I become that standard, which of lauds Was interwoven of the grace divine, With such songs as he knows who there rejoices. Then it began: He who a compass turned On the worlds outer verge, and who within it Devised so much occult and manifest, Could not the impress of his power so make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052039 | On all the universe, as that his Word Should not remain in infinite excess. And this makes certain that the first proud being, Who was the paragon of every creature, By not awaiting light fell immature. And hence appears it, that each minor nature Is scant receptacle unto that good Which has no end, and by itself is measured. In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052040 | consequence our vision, which perforce Must be some ray of that intelligence With which all things whatever are replete, Cannot in its own nature be so potent, That it shall not its origin discern Far beyond that which is apparent to it. Therefore into the justice sempiternal The power of vision that your world receives, As eye into the ocean, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052041 | penetrates; Which, though it see the bottom near the shore, Upon the deep perceives it not, and yet Tis there, but it is hidden by the depth. There is no light but comes from the serene That never is oercast, nay, it is darkness Or shadow of the flesh, or else its poison. Amply to thee is opened now the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052042 | cavern Which has concealed from thee the living justice Of which thou madst such frequent questioning. For saidst thou: Born a man is on the shore Of Indus, and is none who there can speak Of Christ, nor who can read, nor who can write; And all his inclinations and his actions Are good, so far as human reason sees, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052043 | Without a sin in life or in discourse: He dieth unbaptised and without faith; Where is this justice that condemneth him? Where is his fault, if he do not believe? Now who art thou, that on the bench wouldst sit In judgment at a thousand miles away, With the short vision of a single span? Truly to him who with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052044 | me subtilizes, If so the Scripture were not over you, For doubting there were marvellous occasion. O animals terrene, O stolid minds, The primal will, that in itself is good, Neer from itself, the Good Supreme, has moved. So much is just as is accordant with it; No good created draws it to itself, But it, by raying forth, occasions | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052045 | that. Even as above her nest goes circling round The stork when she has fed her little ones, And he who has been fed looks up at her, So lifted I my brows, and even such Became the blessed image, which its wings Was moving, by so many counsels urged. Circling around it sang, and said: As are My notes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052046 | to thee, who dost not comprehend them, Such is the eternal judgment to you mortals. Those lucent splendours of the Holy Spirit Grew quiet then, but still within the standard That made the Romans reverend to the world. It recommenced: Unto this kingdom never Ascended one who had not faith in Christ, Before or since he to the tree was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052047 | nailed. But look thou, many crying are, Christ, Christ! Who at the judgment shall be far less near To him than some shall be who knew not Christ. Such Christians shall the Ethiop condemn, When the two companies shall be divided, The one for ever rich, the other poor. What to your kings may not the Persians say, When they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052048 | that volume opened shall behold In which are written down all their dispraises? There shall be seen, among the deeds of Albert, That which ere long shall set the pen in motion, For which the realm of Prague shall be deserted. There shall be seen the woe that on the Seine He brings by falsifying of the coin, Who by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052049 | the blow of a wild boar shall die. There shall be seen the pride that causes thirst, Which makes the Scot and Englishman so mad That they within their boundaries cannot rest; Be seen the luxury and effeminate life Of him of Spain, and the Bohemian, Who valour never knew and never wished; Be seen the Cripple of Jerusalem, His | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052050 | goodness represented by an I, While the reverse an M shall represent; Be seen the avarice and poltroonery Of him who guards the Island of the Fire, Wherein Anchises finished his long life; And to declare how pitiful he is Shall be his record in contracted letters Which shall make note of much in little space. And shall appear to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052051 | each one the foul deeds Of uncle and of brother who a nation So famous have dishonoured, and two crowns. And he of Portugal and he of Norway Shall there be known, and he of Rascia too, Who saw in evil hour the coin of Venice. O happy Hungary, if she let herself Be wronged no farther! and Navarre the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052052 | happy, If with the hills that gird her she be armed! And each one may believe that now, as hansel Thereof, do Nicosia and Famagosta Lament and rage because of their own beast, Who from the others flank departeth not. Paradiso: Canto XX When he who all the world illuminates Out of our hemisphere so far descends That on all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052053 | sides the daylight is consumed, The heaven, that erst by him alone was kindled, Doth suddenly reveal itself again By many lights, wherein is one resplendent. And came into my mind this act of heaven, When the ensign of the world and of its leaders Had silent in the blessed beak become; Because those living luminaries all, By far more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052054 | luminous, did songs begin Lapsing and falling from my memory. O gentle Love, that with a smile dost cloak thee, How ardent in those sparks didst thou appear, That had the breath alone of holy thoughts! After the precious and pellucid crystals, With which begemmed the sixth light I beheld, Silence imposed on the angelic bells, I seemed to hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052055 | the murmuring of a river That clear descendeth down from rock to rock, Showing the affluence of its mountain-top. And as the sound upon the citherns neck Taketh its form, and as upon the vent Of rustic pipe the wind that enters it, Even thus, relieved from the delay of waiting, That murmuring of the eagle mounted up Along its | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052056 | neck, as if it had been hollow. There it became a voice, and issued thence From out its beak, in such a form of words As the heart waited for wherein I wrote them. The part in me which sees and bears the sun In mortal eagles, it began to me, Now fixedly must needs be looked upon; For of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052057 | the fires of which I make my figure, Those whence the eye doth sparkle in my head Of all their orders the supremest are. He who is shining in the midst as pupil Was once the singer of the Holy Spirit, Who bore the ark from city unto city; Now knoweth he the merit of his song, In so far | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052058 | as effect of his own counsel, By the reward which is commensurate. Of five, that make a circle for my brow, He that approacheth nearest to my beak Did the poor widow for her son console; Now knoweth he how dearly it doth cost Not following Christ, by the experience Of this sweet life and of its opposite. He who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052059 | comes next in the circumference Of which I speak, upon its highest arc, Did death postpone by penitence sincere; Now knoweth he that the eternal judgment Suffers no change, albeit worthy prayer Maketh below to-morrow of to-day. The next who follows, with the laws and me, Under the good intent that bore bad fruit Became a Greek by ceding to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052060 | the pastor; Now knoweth he how all the ill deduced From his good action is not harmful to him, Although the world thereby may be destroyed. And he, whom in the downward arc thou seest, Guglielmo was, whom the same land deplores That weepeth Charles and Frederick yet alive; Now knoweth he how heaven enamoured is With a just king; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052061 | and in the outward show Of his effulgence he reveals it still. Who would believe, down in the errant world, That eer the Trojan Ripheus in this round Could be the fifth one of the holy lights? Now knoweth he enough of what the world Has not the power to see of grace divine, Although his sight may not discern | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052062 | the bottom. Like as a lark that in the air expatiates, First singing and then silent with content Of the last sweetness that doth satisfy her, Such seemed to me the image of the imprint Of the eternal pleasure, by whose will Doth everything become the thing it is. And notwithstanding to my doubt I was As glass is to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052063 | the colour that invests it, To wait the time in silence it endured not, But forth from out my mouth, What things are these? Extorted with the force of its own weight; Whereat I saw great joy of coruscation. Thereafterward with eye still more enkindled The blessed standard made to me reply, To keep me not in wonderment suspended: I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052064 | see that thou believest in these things Because I say them, but thou seest not how; So that, although believed in, they are hidden. Thou doest as he doth who a thing by name Well apprehendeth, but its quiddity Cannot perceive, unless another show it. Regnum coelorum suffereth violence From fervent love, and from that living hope That overcometh the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052065 | Divine volition; Not in the guise that man oercometh man, But conquers it because it will be conquered, And conquered conquers by benignity. The first life of the eyebrow and the fifth Cause thee astonishment, because with them Thou seest the region of the angels painted. They passed not from their bodies, as thou thinkest, Gentiles, but Christians in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052066 | steadfast faith Of feet that were to suffer and had suffered. For one from Hell, where no one eer turns back Unto good will, returned unto his bones, And that of living hope was the reward, Of living hope, that placed its efficacy In prayers to God made to resuscitate him, So that twere possible to move his will. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052067 | glorious soul concerning which I speak, Returning to the flesh, where brief its stay, Believed in Him who had the power to aid it; And, in believing, kindled to such fire Of genuine love, that at the second death Worthy it was to come unto this joy. The other one, through grace, that from so deep A fountain wells that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052068 | never hath the eye Of any creature reached its primal wave, Set all his love below on righteousness; Wherefore from grace to grace did God unclose His eye to our redemption yet to be, Whence he believed therein, and suffered not From that day forth the stench of paganism, And he reproved therefor the folk perverse. Those Maidens three, whom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052069 | at the right-hand wheel Thou didst behold, were unto him for baptism More than a thousand years before baptizing. O thou predestination, how remote Thy root is from the aspect of all those Who the First Cause do not behold entire! And you, O mortals! hold yourselves restrained In judging; for ourselves, who look on God, We do not know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052070 | as yet all the elect; And sweet to us is such a deprivation, Because our good in this good is made perfect, That whatsoeer God wills, we also will. After this manner by that shape divine, To make clear in me my short-sightedness, Was given to me a pleasant medicine; And as good singer a good lutanist Accompanies with vibrations | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052071 | of the chords, Whereby more pleasantness the song acquires, So, while it spake, do I remember me That I beheld both of those blessed lights, Even as the winking of the eyes concords, Moving unto the words their little flames. Paradiso: Canto XXI Already on my Ladys face mine eyes Again were fastened, and with these my mind, And from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052072 | all other purpose was withdrawn; And she smiled not; but If I were to smile, She unto me began, thou wouldst become Like Semele, when she was turned to ashes. Because my beauty, that along the stairs Of the eternal palace more enkindles, As thou hast seen, the farther we ascend, If it were tempered not, is so resplendent That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052073 | all thy mortal power in its effulgence Would seem a leaflet that the thunder crushes. We are uplifted to the seventh splendour, That underneath the burning Lions breast Now radiates downward mingled with his power. Fix in direction of thine eyes the mind, And make of them a mirror for the figure That in this mirror shall appear to thee. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052074 | He who could know what was the pasturage My sight had in that blessed countenance, When I transferred me to another care, Would recognize how grateful was to me Obedience unto my celestial escort, By counterpoising one side with the other. Within the crystal which, around the world Revolving, bears the name of its dear leader, Under whom every wickedness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052075 | lay dead, Coloured like gold, on which the sunshine gleams, A stairway I beheld to such a height Uplifted, that mine eye pursued it not. Likewise beheld I down the steps descending So many splendours, that I thought each light That in the heaven appears was there diffused. And as accordant with their natural custom The rooks together at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052076 | break of day Bestir themselves to warm their feathers cold; Then some of them fly off without return, Others come back to where they started from, And others, wheeling round, still keep at home; Such fashion it appeared to me was there Within the sparkling that together came, As soon as on a certain step it struck, And that which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052077 | nearest unto us remained Became so clear, that in my thought I said, Well I perceive the love thou showest me; But she, from whom I wait the how and when Of speech and silence, standeth still; whence I Against desire do well if I ask not. She thereupon, who saw my silentness In the sight of Him who seeth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052078 | everything, Said unto me, Let loose thy warm desire. And I began: No merit of my own Renders me worthy of response from thee; But for her sake who granteth me the asking, Thou blessed life that dost remain concealed In thy beatitude, make known to me The cause which draweth thee so near my side; And tell me why | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052079 | is silent in this wheel The dulcet symphony of Paradise, That through the rest below sounds so devoutly. Thou hast thy hearing mortal as thy sight, It answer made to me; they sing not here, For the same cause that Beatrice has not smiled. Thus far adown the holy stairways steps Have I descended but to give thee welcome With | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052080 | words, and with the light that mantles me; Nor did more love cause me to be more ready, For love as much and more up there is burning, As doth the flaming manifest to thee. But the high charity, that makes us servants Prompt to the counsel which controls the world, Allotteth here, even as thou dost observe. I see | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052081 | full well, said I, O sacred lamp! How love unfettered in this court sufficeth To follow the eternal Providence; But this is what seems hard for me to see, Wherefore predestinate wast thou alone Unto this office from among thy consorts. No sooner had I come to the last word, Than of its middle made the light a centre, Whirling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052082 | itself about like a swift millstone. When answer made the love that was therein: On me directed is a light divine, Piercing through this in which I am embosomed, Of which the virtue with my sight conjoined Lifts me above myself so far, I see The supreme essence from which this is drawn. Hence comes the joyfulness with which I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052083 | flame, For to my sight, as far as it is clear, The clearness of the flame I equal make. But that soul in the heaven which is most pure, That seraph which his eye on God most fixes, Could this demand of thine not satisfy; Because so deeply sinks in the abyss Of the eternal statute what thou askest, From | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052084 | all created sight it is cut off. And to the mortal world, when thou returnest, This carry back, that it may not presume Longer towrd such a goal to move its feet. The mind, that shineth here, on earth doth smoke; From this observe how can it do below That which it cannot though the heaven assume it? Such limit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052085 | did its words prescribe to me, The question I relinquished, and restricted Myself to ask it humbly who it was. Between two shores of Italy rise cliffs, And not far distant from thy native place, So high, the thunders far below them sound, And form a ridge that Catria is called, Neath which is consecrate a hermitage Wont to be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052086 | dedicate to worship only. Thus unto me the third speech recommenced, And then, continuing, it said: Therein Unto Gods service I became so steadfast, That feeding only on the juice of olives Lightly I passed away the heats and frosts, Contented in my thoughts contemplative. That cloister used to render to these heavens Abundantly, and now is empty grown, So | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052087 | that perforce it soon must be revealed. I in that place was Peter Damiano; And Peter the Sinner was I in the house Of Our Lady on the Adriatic shore. Little of mortal life remained to me, When I was called and dragged forth to the hat Which shifteth evermore from bad to worse. Came Cephas, and the mighty Vessel | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052088 | came Of the Holy Spirit, meagre and barefooted, Taking the food of any hostelry. Now some one to support them on each side The modern shepherds need, and some to lead them, So heavy are they, and to hold their trains. They cover up their palfreys with their cloaks, So that two beasts go underneath one skin; O Patience, that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052089 | dost tolerate so much! At this voice saw I many little flames From step to step descending and revolving, And every revolution made them fairer. Round about this one came they and stood still, And a cry uttered of so loud a sound, It here could find no parallel, nor I Distinguished it, the thunder so oercame me. Paradiso: Canto | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052090 | XXII Oppressed with stupor, I unto my guide Turned like a little child who always runs For refuge there where he confideth most; And she, even as a mother who straightway Gives comfort to her pale and breathless boy With voice whose wont it is to reassure him, Said to me: Knowest thou not thou art in heaven, And knowest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052091 | thou not that heaven is holy all And what is done here cometh from good zeal? After what wise the singing would have changed thee And I by smiling, thou canst now imagine, Since that the cry has startled thee so much, In which if thou hadst understood its prayers Already would be known to thee the vengeance Which thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052092 | shalt look upon before thou diest. The sword above here smiteth not in haste Nor tardily, howeer it seem to him Who fearing or desiring waits for it. But turn thee round towards the others now, For very illustrious spirits shalt thou see, If thou thy sight directest as I say. As it seemed good to her mine eyes I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052093 | turned, And saw a hundred spherules that together With mutual rays each other more embellished. I stood as one who in himself represses The point of his desire, and ventures not To question, he so feareth the too much. And now the largest and most luculent Among those pearls came forward, that it might Make my desire concerning it content. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052094 | Within it then I heard: If thou couldst see Even as myself the charity that burns Among us, thy conceits would be expressed; But, that by waiting thou mayst not come late To the high end, I will make answer even Unto the thought of which thou art so chary. That mountain on whose slope Cassino stands Was frequented of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052095 | old upon its summit By a deluded folk and ill-disposed; And I am he who first up thither bore The name of Him who brought upon the earth The truth that so much sublimateth us. And such abundant grace upon me shone That all the neighbouring towns I drew away From the impious worship that seduced the world. These other | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052096 | fires, each one of them, were men Contemplative, enkindled by that heat Which maketh holy flowers and fruits spring up. Here is Macarius, here is Romualdus, Here are my brethren, who within the cloisters Their footsteps stayed and kept a steadfast heart. And I to him: The affection which thou showest Speaking with me, and the good countenance Which I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052097 | behold and note in all your ardours, In me have so my confidence dilated As the sun doth the rose, when it becomes As far unfolded as it hath the power. Therefore I pray, and thou assure me, father, If I may so much grace receive, that I May thee behold with countenance unveiled. He thereupon: Brother, thy high desire | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052098 | In the remotest sphere shall be fulfilled, Where are fulfilled all others and my own. There perfect is, and ripened, and complete, Every desire; within that one alone Is every part where it has always been; For it is not in space, nor turns on poles, And unto it our stairway reaches up, Whence thus from out thy sight it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000052099 | steals away. Up to that height the Patriarch Jacob saw it Extending its supernal part, what time So thronged with angels it appeared to him. But to ascend it now no one uplifts His feet from off the earth, and now my Rule Below remaineth for mere waste of paper. The walls that used of old to be an Abbey | 60 | gutenberg |
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