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| identifier | question |
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| 8781 | But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes?" |
| 8781 | Such were their words; At hearing which downward I bent my looks, And held them there so long, that the bard cried:"What art thou pond''ring?" |
| 8781 | To him my guide:"Wherefore exclaimest? |
| 8781 | When the great sentence passes, be increas''d, Or mitigated, or as now severe?" |
| 8781 | who Are these, by the black air so scourg''d?" |
| 8781 | who to this residence of woe Approachest?" |
| 8787 | Both are of Latium,weeping he replied,"Whom tortur''d thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquir''d of us?" |
| 8787 | Master,said I,"what land Is this?" |
| 8787 | But Virgil rous''d me:"What yet gazest on? |
| 8787 | But wherein besteads me that? |
| 8787 | Then to the bard I spake:"Was ever race Light as Sienna''s? |
| 8787 | Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim''d and miserable shades? |
| 8780 | Then I his alter''d hue perceiving, thus:"How may I speed, if thou yieldest to dread, Who still art wo nt to comfort me in doubt?" |
| 8780 | Then to me The gentle guide:"Inquir''st thou not what spirits Are these, which thou beholdest? |
| 8780 | What is this I hear? |
| 8780 | What race Are these, who seem so overcome with woe?" |
| 8780 | grant me now to know Whom here we view, and whence impell''d they seem So eager to pass o''er, as I discern Through the blear light?" |
| 8780 | what doth aggrieve them thus, That they lament so loud?" |
| 8780 | who are these, that boast Such honour, separate from all the rest?" |
| 8796 | And may that be, if different estates Grow not of different duties in your life? 8796 Did I advance no further than this point,''How then had he no peer?'' |
| 8796 | And if our fantasy fail of such height, What marvel, since no eye above the sun Hath ever travel''d? |
| 8796 | But tell, I pray thee, whence the gloomy spots Upon this body, which below on earth Give rise to talk of Cain in fabling quaint?" |
| 8796 | He straight rejoin''d:"Say, were it worse for man, If he liv''d not in fellowship on earth?" |
| 8796 | Thou arguest; if the good intent remain; What reason that another''s violence Should stint the measure of my fair desert? |
| 8796 | What compensation therefore may he find? |
| 8796 | Wilt thou this truth more clearly evidenc''d?" |
| 8796 | Yet inform me, ye, who here Are happy, long ye for a higher place More to behold, and more in love to dwell?" |
| 8779 | And art thou then that Virgil, that well- spring, From which such copious floods of eloquence Have issued? |
| 8779 | But I, why should I there presume? |
| 8779 | But thou, say wherefore to such perils past Return''st thou? |
| 8779 | Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail, Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood, Swoln mightier than a sea, him struggling holds?" |
| 8779 | What is this comes o''er thee then? |
| 8779 | Why, why dost thou hang back? |
| 8779 | or who Permits it? |
| 8779 | wherefore not this pleasant mount Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?" |
| 8779 | why hast not courage there And noble daring? |
| 8779 | why in thy breast Harbour vile fear? |
| 8779 | why is not thy succour lent To him, who so much lov''d thee, as to leave For thy sake all the multitude admires? |
| 8786 | Now tell us, I entreat thee, who art thou? 8786 Where,"said he,"Doth Cianfa lurk?" |
| 8786 | And, be they dead, what privilege allows They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?" |
| 8786 | But say who Art thou, that standest musing on the rock, Haply so lingering to delay the pain Sentenc''d upon thy crimes?" |
| 8786 | CANTO XXVIII WHO, e''en in words unfetter''d, might at full Tell of the wounds and blood that now I saw, Though he repeated oft the tale? |
| 8786 | He fled, Nor utter''d more; and after him there came A centaur full of fury, shouting,"Where Where is the caitiff?" |
| 8786 | I answering thus:"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above May carry tidings of thee, who is he, In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?" |
| 8786 | What torment breaks forth in this bitter woe?" |
| 8786 | While yet he spake, the centaur sped away: And under us three spirits came, of whom Nor I nor he was ware, till they exclaim''d;"Say who are ye?" |
| 8786 | but who are ye, from whom such mighty grief, As now I witness, courseth down your cheeks? |
| 8786 | why dost doubt To turn thee into ashes, cumb''ring earth No longer, since in evil act so far Thou hast outdone thy seed? |
| 8797 | What may the Persians say unto your kings, When they shall see that volume, in the which All their dispraise is written, spread to view? 8797 --What then, And who art thou, that on the stool wouldst sit To judge at distance of a thousand miles With the short- sighted vision of a span? 8797 I, though my doubting were as manifest, As is through glass the hue that mantles it, In silence waited not: for to my lipsWhat things are these?" |
| 8797 | Tell me of the fold, That hath Saint John for guardian, what was then Its state, and who in it were highest seated?" |
| 8797 | Where is the justice that condemns him? |
| 8797 | Who in the erring world beneath would deem, That Trojan Ripheus in this round was set Fifth of the saintly splendours? |
| 8797 | to whom, As now to thee, hath twice the heav''nly gate Been e''er unclos''d?" |
| 8797 | what ancestors Where those you sprang from, and what years were mark''d In your first childhood? |
| 8797 | where His blame, if he believeth not?'' |
| 8794 | And where,all doubting, I exclaim''d,"Is Beatrice?" |
| 8794 | A little space refraining, then she spake:"What dost thou muse on? |
| 8794 | But wherefore soars thy wish''d- for speech so high Beyond my sight, that loses it the more, The more it strains to reach it?" |
| 8794 | He shook his forehead; and,"How long,"he said,"Linger we now?" |
| 8794 | If sweetest thing thus fail''d thee with my death, What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish Have tempted? |
| 8794 | Remember thee, remember thee, if I Safe e''en on Geryon brought thee: now I come More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now? |
| 8794 | Tell us, how is it that thou mak''st thyself A wall against the sun, as thou not yet Into th''inextricable toils of death Hadst enter''d?" |
| 8794 | The lady called aloud:"Why thus yet burns Affection in thee for these living, lights, And dost not look on that which follows them?" |
| 8794 | Thy happiness is whole?" |
| 8794 | beseech thee say What water this, which from one source deriv''d Itself removes to distance from itself?" |
| 8794 | she began,"Why mak''st thou no attempt at questioning, As thus we walk together?" |
| 8782 | I answer''d:"Though I come, I tarry not; But who art thou, that art become so foul?" |
| 8782 | I turning round To the deep source of knowledge, thus inquir''d:"Say what this means? |
| 8782 | One drench''d in mire before me came, and said;"Who art thou, that thou comest ere thine hour?" |
| 8782 | Those answering,"And why castest thou away?" |
| 8782 | Upon the ground His eyes were bent, and from his brow eras''d All confidence, while thus with sighs he spake:"Who hath denied me these abodes of woe?" |
| 8782 | Were these, whose heads are shorn, On our left hand, all sep''rate to the church?" |
| 8782 | What race is this? |
| 8782 | Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this? |
| 8782 | With ireful gestures,"Who is this,"They cried,"that without death first felt, goes through The regions of the dead?" |
| 8782 | and what that other light In answer set? |
| 8782 | of thee this also would I learn; This fortune, that thou speak''st of, what it is, Whose talons grasp the blessings of the world?" |
| 8782 | what agency doth this?" |
| 8782 | what ignorance Besets you? |
| 8790 | Say who are ye, that stemming the blind stream, Forth from th''eternal prison- house have fled? |
| 8790 | Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure Lights you emerging from the depth of night, That makes the infernal valley ever black? 8790 Who knows on which hand now the steep declines?" |
| 8790 | Are the firm statutes of the dread abyss Broken, or in high heaven new laws ordain''d, That thus, condemn''d, ye to my caves approach?" |
| 8790 | Believ''st not I am with thee, thy sure guide? |
| 8790 | But tell, why thou art seated upright there? |
| 8790 | It answered:"Thee as in my mortal frame I lov''d, so loos''d forth it I love thee still, And therefore pause; but why walkest thou here?" |
| 8790 | My master said and paus''d,"so that he may Ascend, who journeys without aid of wine?" |
| 8790 | Or blame I only shine accustom''d ways?" |
| 8790 | Then he:"My brother, of what use to mount, When to my suffering would not let me pass The bird of God, who at the portal sits? |
| 8790 | Waitest thou escort to conduct thee hence? |
| 8790 | What negligence detains you loit''ring here? |
| 8790 | What other kind avails, not heard in heaven?"'' |
| 8790 | When thus my solace, turning him around, Bespake me kindly:"Why distrustest thou? |
| 8790 | say which way can we proceed?" |
| 8790 | that old man venerable Exclaiming,"How is this, ye tardy spirits? |
| 8798 | Who voucheth to thee of the works themselves,Was the reply,"that they in very deed Are that they purport? |
| 8798 | Why doth my face,said Beatrice,"thus Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn Unto the beautiful garden, blossoming Beneath the rays of Christ? |
| 8798 | ''Let all hope In thee,''so speak his anthem,''who have known Thy name;''and with my faith who know not that? |
| 8798 | ( Whose height what reach of mortal thought may soar?) |
| 8798 | And know''st not thou, whatever is in heav''n, Is holy, and that nothing there is done But is done zealously and well? |
| 8798 | And was this semblance thine?" |
| 8798 | And,"Whither is she vanish''d?" |
| 8798 | I began,"Who seest that, which thou didst so believe, As to outstrip feet younger than thine own, Toward the sepulchre? |
| 8798 | Near or remote, what there avails, where God Immediate rules, and Nature, awed, suspends Her sway? |
| 8798 | The sheep, meanwhile, poor witless ones, return From pasture, fed with wind: and what avails For their excuse, they do not see their harm? |
| 8798 | Then heard I:"Wherefore holdest thou that each, The elder proposition and the new, Which so persuade thee, are the voice of heav''n?" |
| 8798 | Why longer sleepst thou? |
| 8788 | Tell me ye, Whose bosoms thus together press,said I,"Who are ye?" |
| 8788 | What art thou, speak, That railest thus on others? |
| 8788 | Whence cometh this,Said I,"my master? |
| 8788 | Wherefore dost bruise me? |
| 8788 | And how from eve to morn in space so brief Hath the sun made his transit?" |
| 8788 | And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft, Exclaim''d, still looking downward:"Why on us Dost speculate so long? |
| 8788 | Father what ails thee?" |
| 8788 | He replied:"Now who art thou, that smiting others''cheeks Through Antenora roamest, with such force As were past suff''rance, wert thou living still?" |
| 8788 | How standeth he in posture thus revers''d? |
| 8788 | Is not here below All vapour quench''d?" |
| 8788 | Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow? |
| 8788 | Sound not loud enough Thy chatt''ring teeth, but thou must bark outright? |
| 8788 | What devil wrings thee?" |
| 8788 | Where is now the ice? |
| 8788 | Why open''dst not upon us? |
| 8788 | men perverse in every way, With every foulness stain''d, why from the earth Are ye not cancel''d? |
| 8788 | weeping, he exclaim''d,"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge For Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?" |
| 8783 | Doth ever any Into this rueful concave''s extreme depth Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain Is deprivation merely of sweet hope? |
| 8783 | And if it be not, wherefore in such guise Are they condemned?" |
| 8783 | Began he on the horrid grunsel standing,"Whence doth this wild excess of insolence Lodge in you? |
| 8783 | He answer thus return''d:"Wherefore in dotage wanders thus thy mind, Not so accustom''d? |
| 8783 | He, soon as there I stood at the tomb''s foot, Ey''d me a space, then in disdainful mood Address''d me:"Say, what ancestors were thine?" |
| 8783 | Led by thy lofty genius and profound, Where is my son? |
| 8783 | May those, Who lie within these sepulchres, be seen? |
| 8783 | No longer lives he? |
| 8783 | So to the pleasant world mayst thou return, As thou shalt tell me, why in all their laws, Against my kin this people is so fell?" |
| 8783 | Strikes not on his eye The blessed daylight?" |
| 8783 | Sudden that sound Forth issu''d from a vault, whereat in fear I somewhat closer to my leader''s side Approaching, he thus spake:"What dost thou? |
| 8783 | What profits at the fays to but the horn? |
| 8783 | and wherefore not with thee?" |
| 8783 | or what other thoughts Possess it? |
| 8783 | said''st thou he HAD? |
| 8783 | say who are these, interr''d Within these vaults, of whom distinct we hear The dolorous sighs?" |
| 8783 | wherefore kick you''gainst that will Ne''er frustrate of its end, and which so oft Hath laid on you enforcement of your pangs? |
| 8793 | What aileth thee, that still thou look''st to earth? |
| 8793 | Why pensive journey thus ye three alone? |
| 8793 | --"Hast thou seen,"said he,"That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone The spirits o''er us weep for? |
| 8793 | And who Are those twain spirits, that escort thee there? |
| 8793 | But tell me, if thou know''st, Where is Piccarda? |
| 8793 | Encourag''d thus I straight began:"How there can leanness come, Where is no want of nourishment to feed?" |
| 8793 | Hast thou seen How man may free him of her bonds? |
| 8793 | Say then, by Heav''n, what blasts ye thus? |
| 8793 | Say what is this I hear?" |
| 8793 | What canst thou more, who hast subdued our blood So wholly to thyself, they feel no care Of their own flesh? |
| 8793 | What wouldst thou have me say? |
| 8793 | Who would deem, that scent Of water and an apple, could have prov''d Powerful to generate such pining want, Not knowing how it wrought? |
| 8793 | With stern voice She utter''d;"Say, O Virgil, who is this?" |
| 8793 | a spirit turn''d his eyes In their deep- sunken cell, and fasten''d then On me, then cried with vehemence aloud:"What grace is this vouchsaf''d me?" |
| 8793 | dost not with juster measure guide The appetite of mortals?'' |
| 8791 | How chances this? |
| 8791 | Speak from whence ye stand:He cried:"What would ye? |
| 8791 | Why are thy thoughts thus riveted? |
| 8791 | --"What to thee is other''s good, If thou neglect thy own?" |
| 8791 | Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? |
| 8791 | Ah, wherefore go''st thou on? |
| 8791 | And she, as one Made hasty by her grief;"O sire, if thou Dost not return?" |
| 8791 | Are thy just eyes turn''d elsewhere? |
| 8791 | But through all Europe where do those men dwell, To whom their glory is not manifest? |
| 8791 | CANTO VII After their courteous greetings joyfully Sev''n times exchang''d, Sordello backward drew Exclaiming,"Who are ye?" |
| 8791 | Can then their hope be vain, Or is thy saying not to me reveal''d?" |
| 8791 | Had mine eyes turn''d, For that offence what plea might have avail''d? |
| 8791 | I thus:"From Campaldino''s field what force or chance Drew thee, that ne''er thy sepulture was known?" |
| 8791 | If I to hear that voice Am worthy, say if from below thou com''st And from what cloister''s pale?" |
| 8791 | Say wherefore hast thou robb''d me? |
| 8791 | What boots it, that thy reins Justinian''s hand Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress''d? |
| 8791 | What other could I answer save"I come?" |
| 8791 | Where is your escort? |
| 8791 | Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg''d souls? |
| 8791 | day and night with moans:"My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?" |
| 8791 | my guide Exclaim''d,"that thou hast slack''d thy pace? |
| 8791 | now ye not That we are worms, yet made at last to form The winged insect, imp''d with angel plumes That to heaven''s justice unobstructed soars? |
| 8791 | or how Imports it thee, what thing is whisper''d here? |
| 8791 | or is this A preparation in the wond''rous depth Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end, Entirely from our reach of thought cut off? |
| 8791 | was answer''d;"who so wish''d To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr''d By other, or through his own weakness fail?" |
| 8791 | what desert Of mine, what favour rather undeserv''d, Shows thee to me? |
| 8792 | Are these I hear Spirits, O master? |
| 8792 | But who art thou that question''st of our state, Who go''st to my belief, with lids unclos''d, And breathest in thy talk? |
| 8792 | Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave? 8792 Why partest from me, O my strength?" |
| 8792 | ''Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?" |
| 8792 | And speak''st of us, as thou thyself e''en yet Dividest time by calends?" |
| 8792 | Ask ye how? |
| 8792 | But resolve me this Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst Is left a sample of the perish''d race, And for rebuke to this untoward age?" |
| 8792 | But who is he Of whom thou spak''st but now?" |
| 8792 | CANTO XIV"Say who is he around our mountain winds, Or ever death has prun''d his wing for flight, That opes his eyes and covers them at will?" |
| 8792 | Cried I,"and which towards us moving seems?" |
| 8792 | How can it chance, that good distributed, The many, that possess it, makes more rich, Than if''t were shar''d by few?" |
| 8792 | I exclaim''d,"Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou Agobbio''s glory, glory of that art Which they of Paris call the limmer''s skill?" |
| 8792 | I exclaim''d,"What tongues are these?" |
| 8792 | Laws indeed there are: But who is he observes them? |
| 8792 | O man, why place thy heart where there doth need Exclusion of participants in good? |
| 8792 | O ye race of men Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind So slight to baffle ye? |
| 8792 | She thus:"Who then amongst us here aloft Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?" |
| 8792 | Therefore say Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?" |
| 8792 | To whom the other:"Why hath he conceal''d The title of that river, as a man Doth of some horrible thing?" |
| 8792 | What master of the pencil or the style Had trac''d the shades and lines, that might have made The subtlest workman wonder? |
| 8792 | What moves thee, if the senses stir not? |
| 8792 | Where is good Liziohere Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna? |
| 8792 | Your movements have their primal bent from heaven; Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues? |
| 8792 | wherefore has intemperate ire Driv''n thee to loath thy being? |
| 8792 | wherefore tarriest still, Since forth of thee thy family hath gone, And many, hating evil, join''d their steps? |
| 8792 | why hast thou Dealt with us thus? |
| 1007 | And may that be, if different estates Grow not of different duties in your life? 1007 Did I advance no further than this point,''How then had he no peer?'' |
| 1007 | What may the Persians say unto your kings, When they shall see that volume, in the which All their dispraise is written, spread to view? 1007 Who voucheth to thee of the works themselves,"Was the reply,"that they in very deed Are that they purport? |
| 1007 | Why doth my face,said Beatrice,"thus Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn Unto the beautiful garden, blossoming Beneath the rays of Christ? |
| 1007 | ''Let all hope In thee,''so speak his anthem,''who have known Thy name;''and with my faith who know not that? |
| 1007 | ( Whose height what reach of mortal thought may soar?) |
| 1007 | --What then, And who art thou, that on the stool wouldst sit To judge at distance of a thousand miles With the short- sighted vision of a span? |
| 1007 | And if our fantasy fail of such height, What marvel, since no eye above the sun Hath ever travel''d? |
| 1007 | And know''st not thou, whatever is in heav''n, Is holy, and that nothing there is done But is done zealously and well? |
| 1007 | And was this semblance thine?" |
| 1007 | And,"Whither is she vanish''d?" |
| 1007 | But tell, I pray thee, whence the gloomy spots Upon this body, which below on earth Give rise to talk of Cain in fabling quaint?" |
| 1007 | He straight rejoin''d:"Say, were it worse for man, If he liv''d not in fellowship on earth?" |
| 1007 | I began,"Who seest that, which thou didst so believe, As to outstrip feet younger than thine own, Toward the sepulchre? |
| 1007 | I, though my doubting were as manifest, As is through glass the hue that mantles it, In silence waited not: for to my lips"What things are these?" |
| 1007 | Near or remote, what there avails, where God Immediate rules, and Nature, awed, suspends Her sway? |
| 1007 | Tell me of the fold, That hath Saint John for guardian, what was then Its state, and who in it were highest seated?" |
| 1007 | The sheep, meanwhile, poor witless ones, return From pasture, fed with wind: and what avails For their excuse, they do not see their harm? |
| 1007 | Then heard I:"Wherefore holdest thou that each, The elder proposition and the new, Which so persuade thee, are the voice of heav''n?" |
| 1007 | Thou arguest; if the good intent remain; What reason that another''s violence Should stint the measure of my fair desert? |
| 1007 | What compensation therefore may he find? |
| 1007 | Where is the justice that condemns him? |
| 1007 | Who in the erring world beneath would deem, That Trojan Ripheus in this round was set Fifth of the saintly splendours? |
| 1007 | Why longer sleepst thou? |
| 1007 | Wilt thou this truth more clearly evidenc''d?" |
| 1007 | Yet inform me, ye, who here Are happy, long ye for a higher place More to behold, and more in love to dwell?" |
| 1007 | to whom, As now to thee, hath twice the heav''nly gate Been e''er unclos''d?" |
| 1007 | what ancestors Where those you sprang from, and what years were mark''d In your first childhood? |
| 1007 | where His blame, if he believeth not?'' |
| 8799 | And may that be, if different estates Grow not of different duties in your life? 8799 Did I advance no further than this point,''How then had he no peer?'' |
| 8799 | What may the Persians say unto your kings, When they shall see that volume, in the which All their dispraise is written, spread to view? 8799 Who voucheth to thee of the works themselves,"Was the reply,"that they in very deed Are that they purport? |
| 8799 | Why doth my face,said Beatrice,"thus Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn Unto the beautiful garden, blossoming Beneath the rays of Christ? |
| 8799 | ''Let all hope In thee,''so speak his anthem,''who have known Thy name;''and with my faith who know not that? |
| 8799 | ( Whose height what reach of mortal thought may soar?) |
| 8799 | --What then, And who art thou, that on the stool wouldst sit To judge at distance of a thousand miles With the short- sighted vision of a span? |
| 8799 | And if our fantasy fail of such height, What marvel, since no eye above the sun Hath ever travel''d? |
| 8799 | And know''st not thou, whatever is in heav''n, Is holy, and that nothing there is done But is done zealously and well? |
| 8799 | And was this semblance thine?" |
| 8799 | And,"Whither is she vanish''d?" |
| 8799 | But tell, I pray thee, whence the gloomy spots Upon this body, which below on earth Give rise to talk of Cain in fabling quaint?" |
| 8799 | He straight rejoin''d:"Say, were it worse for man, If he liv''d not in fellowship on earth?" |
| 8799 | I began,"Who seest that, which thou didst so believe, As to outstrip feet younger than thine own, Toward the sepulchre? |
| 8799 | I, though my doubting were as manifest, As is through glass the hue that mantles it, In silence waited not: for to my lips"What things are these?" |
| 8799 | Near or remote, what there avails, where God Immediate rules, and Nature, awed, suspends Her sway? |
| 8799 | Tell me of the fold, That hath Saint John for guardian, what was then Its state, and who in it were highest seated?" |
| 8799 | The sheep, meanwhile, poor witless ones, return From pasture, fed with wind: and what avails For their excuse, they do not see their harm? |
| 8799 | Then heard I:"Wherefore holdest thou that each, The elder proposition and the new, Which so persuade thee, are the voice of heav''n?" |
| 8799 | Thou arguest; if the good intent remain; What reason that another''s violence Should stint the measure of my fair desert? |
| 8799 | What compensation therefore may he find? |
| 8799 | Where is the justice that condemns him? |
| 8799 | Who in the erring world beneath would deem, That Trojan Ripheus in this round was set Fifth of the saintly splendours? |
| 8799 | Why longer sleepst thou? |
| 8799 | Wilt thou this truth more clearly evidenc''d?" |
| 8799 | Yet inform me, ye, who here Are happy, long ye for a higher place More to behold, and more in love to dwell?" |
| 8799 | to whom, As now to thee, hath twice the heav''nly gate Been e''er unclos''d?" |
| 8799 | what ancestors Where those you sprang from, and what years were mark''d In your first childhood? |
| 8799 | where His blame, if he believeth not?'' |
| 31304 | But where is the use of telling us all this? |
| 31304 | ("Io servo vostra moglie, Don Eugenio favorisce la mia; che male c''e?" |
| 31304 | A no place, nowhere; yet full of details; minute inventories of the splendid furniture of castles( castles where? |
| 31304 | All his humanities, all his Provençal lore go into these poems-- written for whom? |
| 31304 | And what are those things? |
| 31304 | Are not these mediæval poets leagued together in a huge conspiracy to deceive us? |
| 31304 | But could such love as this exist, could it be genuine? |
| 31304 | But how achieved? |
| 31304 | But is it right that we should feel thus? |
| 31304 | But is it right thus to pardon, redeem, and sanctify; thus to bring the inferior on to the level of the superior? |
| 31304 | Can there be love between man and wife? |
| 31304 | Equality? |
| 31304 | Fools, can you tell what did or did not take place in a poet''s mind? |
| 31304 | For her? |
| 31304 | For is he not the very incarnation of chivalry, of beauty, and of love? |
| 31304 | Has such a thing really existed? |
| 31304 | In short, is not this"Vita Nuova"a mere false ideal, one of those works of art which, because they are beautiful, get worshipped as holy? |
| 31304 | Is it Christian, Pagan, Mohammedan? |
| 31304 | Is this not vitiating our feelings, blunting our desire for the better, our repugnance for the worse? |
| 31304 | It is, in its very intensity, a vision of love; what if it be a vision merely conceived and never realized? |
| 31304 | Now, how does Fra Angelico represent this? |
| 31304 | Roncisvalle, Charlemagne, the paladins, paganism, Christendom-- what of them? |
| 31304 | Shall we say that it is sentiment? |
| 31304 | Stone of the Caaba or chalice of the Sacrament? |
| 31304 | The great question is, How did these men of the Renaissance make their dead people look beautiful? |
| 31304 | The ideal, perhaps, of only one moment, scarcely of a whole civilization; or rather( how express my feeling?) |
| 31304 | The songs of the troubadours and minnesingers, what are they to our feelings? |
| 31304 | Where is Godfrey, or Francis, or Dominick? |
| 31304 | Where the moral struggles of the Middle Ages? |
| 31304 | Why so? |
| 31304 | Why this vagueness, this imperfection in all mediæval representations of life? |
| 31304 | how reached? |
| 31303 | ''And how dost thou know me?'' 31303 ''And what are these?'' |
| 31303 | ''Then tell me why,''said the man,''you yourself are weeping with such grief? 31303 ''What dost thou here?'' |
| 31303 | ''What is that to you?'' 31303 And what attitude, what gesture, can he expect from this stripped and artificially draped model? 31303 But had these Germans of the days of Luther really no thought beyond their own times and their own country? 31303 Could it be otherwise? 31303 Does the art of Italy tell an impossible, universal lie? 31303 Had they not discovered that what had been called right had often been unnatural, and what had been called wrong often natural? 31303 Had they really no knowledge of the antique? 31303 He might as well ask, Why did the commonwealths not turn into a modern monarchy? 31303 If Cæsar Borgia be free to practise his archery upon hares and deer, why should he not practise it upon these prisoners? 31303 If he had for his mistress every woman he might single out from among his captives, why not his sister? 31303 If he have the force to carry out a plan, why should a man stand in his way? 31303 Is he to forget the saints and Christ, and give himself over to Satan and to Antiquity? 31303 Is he to yield or to resist? 31303 Is it a thing so utterly dead as to be fit only for the scalpel and the microscope? 31303 Is the impression received by the Elizabethan playwrights a correct impression? 31303 Is the new century to find the antique still dead and the modern still mediæval? 31303 Is this really a bacchanal? 31303 Scientifically we doubtless lose; but is the past to be treated only scientifically? 31303 Sismondi asks indignantly, Why did the Italians not form a federation as soon as the strangers appeared? 31303 Such are the parents, Faustus and Helena; we know them; but who is this son Euphorion? 31303 Was Italy in the sixteenth century that land of horrors? 31303 Was the relation between them that of tuition, cool and abstract; or of fruitful love; or of deluding and damning example? 31303 What has become of Calypso''s island? 31303 What passes in the mind of that artist? 31303 What surprise, what dawning doubts, what sickening fears, what longings and what remorse are not the fruit of this sight of Antiquity? 31303 What tragic type can this evil Italy of Renaissance give to the world? 31303 What was that strong intellectual food which revived the energies and enriched the blood of the Barbarians of the sixteenth century? 31303 What were those intellectual riches of the Renaissance? 31303 What would have been the art of the Renaissance without the antique? 31303 What would the noble knights and ladies of Ariosto and Spenser think of them? 31303 What would they say, these romantic, dainty creatures, were they to meet Nausicaa with the washed linen piled on her waggon? 31303 Whence do they come? 31303 Where in this Renaissance of Italian literature, so cheerful and light of conscience, is the foul and savage Renaissance of English tragedy? 31303 Who can prevent him? 31303 Who will blame him? 31303 Why? 31303 and can it not give us, and do we not owe it, something more than a mere understanding of why and how? 31303 cried the man;''it is for a stinking hound that you waste the tears of your body? 31303 of the orchards of Alcinous? 31303 or is the art of England the victim of an impossible, universal hallucination? 8785 Both are of Latium,"weeping he replied,"Whom tortur''d thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquir''d of us?" |
| 8785 | Master,said I,"what land Is this?" |
| 8785 | Now tell us, I entreat thee, who art thou? 8785 Tell me ye, Whose bosoms thus together press,"said I,"Who are ye?" |
| 8785 | What art thou, speak, That railest thus on others? |
| 8785 | Whence cometh this,Said I,"my master? |
| 8785 | Where,said he,"Doth Cianfa lurk?" |
| 8785 | Wherefore dost bruise me? |
| 8785 | ''Why leavest thou the war?'' |
| 8785 | Against a rock I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim''d:"What, and art thou too witless as the rest? |
| 8785 | And how from eve to morn in space so brief Hath the sun made his transit?" |
| 8785 | And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft, Exclaim''d, still looking downward:"Why on us Dost speculate so long? |
| 8785 | And, be they dead, what privilege allows They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?" |
| 8785 | But Virgil rous''d me:"What yet gazest on? |
| 8785 | But say who Art thou, that standest musing on the rock, Haply so lingering to delay the pain Sentenc''d upon thy crimes?" |
| 8785 | But what brings thee Into this bitter seas''ning?" |
| 8785 | But wherein besteads me that? |
| 8785 | CANTO XXVIII WHO, e''en in words unfetter''d, might at full Tell of the wounds and blood that now I saw, Though he repeated oft the tale? |
| 8785 | Father what ails thee?" |
| 8785 | He fled, Nor utter''d more; and after him there came A centaur full of fury, shouting,"Where Where is the caitiff?" |
| 8785 | He replied:"Now who art thou, that smiting others''cheeks Through Antenora roamest, with such force As were past suff''rance, wert thou living still?" |
| 8785 | How standeth he in posture thus revers''d? |
| 8785 | I answering thus:"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above May carry tidings of thee, who is he, In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?" |
| 8785 | I had come Thus far from all your skirmishing secure,"My teacher answered,"without will divine And destiny propitious? |
| 8785 | Is not here below All vapour quench''d?" |
| 8785 | Loud he cried:"Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?" |
| 8785 | My leader thus:"Then tell us of the partners in thy guilt; Knowest thou any sprung of Latian land Under the tar?" |
| 8785 | Of gold and silver ye have made your god, Diff''ring wherein from the idolater, But he that worships one, a hundred ye? |
| 8785 | Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man, Before whose eyes earth gap''d in Thebes, when all Cried out,''Amphiaraus, whither rushest? |
| 8785 | Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow? |
| 8785 | So early dost thou surfeit with the wealth, For which thou fearedst not in guile to take The lovely lady, and then mangle her?" |
| 8785 | Sound not loud enough Thy chatt''ring teeth, but thou must bark outright? |
| 8785 | That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet, And sighing next in woeful accent spake:"What then of me requirest? |
| 8785 | Then to the bard I spake:"Was ever race Light as Sienna''s? |
| 8785 | They their hooks Protruding, one the other thus bespake:"Wilt thou I touch him on the hip?" |
| 8785 | Unless thy prudence fail thee, dost not mark How they do gnarl upon us, and their scowl Threatens us present tortures?" |
| 8785 | What devil wrings thee?" |
| 8785 | What guilt exceedeth his, Who with Heaven''s judgment in his passion strives? |
| 8785 | What torment breaks forth in this bitter woe?" |
| 8785 | Where is now the ice? |
| 8785 | Whereat one advanc''d, The others standing firm, and as he came,"What may this turn avail him?" |
| 8785 | Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim''d and miserable shades? |
| 8785 | While yet he spake, the centaur sped away: And under us three spirits came, of whom Nor I nor he was ware, till they exclaim''d;"Say who are ye?" |
| 8785 | Why open''dst not upon us? |
| 8785 | already standest there? |
| 8785 | but who are ye, from whom such mighty grief, As now I witness, courseth down your cheeks? |
| 8785 | men perverse in every way, With every foulness stain''d, why from the earth Are ye not cancel''d? |
| 8785 | say who is he, than all the rest Glancing in fiercer agony, on whom A ruddier flame doth prey?" |
| 8785 | weeping, he exclaim''d,"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge For Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?" |
| 8785 | why dost doubt To turn thee into ashes, cumb''ring earth No longer, since in evil act so far Thou hast outdone thy seed? |
| 8784 | And art thou here? |
| 8784 | Both are of Latium,weeping he replied,"Whom tortur''d thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquir''d of us?" |
| 8784 | Master,said I,"what land Is this?" |
| 8784 | Now tell us, I entreat thee, who art thou? 8784 Tell me ye, Whose bosoms thus together press,"said I,"Who are ye?" |
| 8784 | What art thou, speak, That railest thus on others? |
| 8784 | What chance or destiny,thus he began,"Ere the last day conducts thee here below? |
| 8784 | Whence cometh this,Said I,"my master? |
| 8784 | Where,said he,"Doth Cianfa lurk?" |
| 8784 | Wherefore dost bruise me? |
| 8784 | ''Why leavest thou the war?'' |
| 8784 | Against a rock I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim''d:"What, and art thou too witless as the rest? |
| 8784 | And how from eve to morn in space so brief Hath the sun made his transit?" |
| 8784 | And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft, Exclaim''d, still looking downward:"Why on us Dost speculate so long? |
| 8784 | And one, who bore a fat and azure swine Pictur''d on his white scrip, addressed me thus:"What dost thou in this deep? |
| 8784 | And who is this, that shows to thee the way?" |
| 8784 | And, be they dead, what privilege allows They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?" |
| 8784 | But Virgil rous''d me:"What yet gazest on? |
| 8784 | But say who Art thou, that standest musing on the rock, Haply so lingering to delay the pain Sentenc''d upon thy crimes?" |
| 8784 | But what brings thee Into this bitter seas''ning?" |
| 8784 | But wherein besteads me that? |
| 8784 | CANTO XXVIII WHO, e''en in words unfetter''d, might at full Tell of the wounds and blood that now I saw, Though he repeated oft the tale? |
| 8784 | Father what ails thee?" |
| 8784 | For thy ill life what blame on me recoils?" |
| 8784 | He fled, Nor utter''d more; and after him there came A centaur full of fury, shouting,"Where Where is the caitiff?" |
| 8784 | He replied:"Now who art thou, that smiting others''cheeks Through Antenora roamest, with such force As were past suff''rance, wert thou living still?" |
| 8784 | How standeth he in posture thus revers''d? |
| 8784 | I answering thus:"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above May carry tidings of thee, who is he, In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?" |
| 8784 | I had come Thus far from all your skirmishing secure,"My teacher answered,"without will divine And destiny propitious? |
| 8784 | Is not here below All vapour quench''d?" |
| 8784 | Is there no touch of mercy in thy breast? |
| 8784 | Loud he cried:"Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?" |
| 8784 | My leader thus:"Then tell us of the partners in thy guilt; Knowest thou any sprung of Latian land Under the tar?" |
| 8784 | Of gold and silver ye have made your god, Diff''ring wherein from the idolater, But he that worships one, a hundred ye? |
| 8784 | Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man, Before whose eyes earth gap''d in Thebes, when all Cried out,''Amphiaraus, whither rushest? |
| 8784 | Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow? |
| 8784 | So early dost thou surfeit with the wealth, For which thou fearedst not in guile to take The lovely lady, and then mangle her?" |
| 8784 | Sound not loud enough Thy chatt''ring teeth, but thou must bark outright? |
| 8784 | That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet, And sighing next in woeful accent spake:"What then of me requirest? |
| 8784 | Then I again inquir''d:"Where flow the streams Of Phlegethon and Lethe? |
| 8784 | Then I to him:"If from our world this sluice Be thus deriv''d; wherefore to us but now Appears it at this edge?" |
| 8784 | Then as the dark blood trickled down its side, These words it added:"Wherefore tear''st me thus? |
| 8784 | Then to the bard I spake:"Was ever race Light as Sienna''s? |
| 8784 | Thereat a little stretching forth my hand, From a great wilding gather''d I a branch, And straight the trunk exclaim''d:"Why pluck''st thou me?" |
| 8784 | They their hooks Protruding, one the other thus bespake:"Wilt thou I touch him on the hip?" |
| 8784 | Unless thy prudence fail thee, dost not mark How they do gnarl upon us, and their scowl Threatens us present tortures?" |
| 8784 | What devil wrings thee?" |
| 8784 | What guilt exceedeth his, Who with Heaven''s judgment in his passion strives? |
| 8784 | What torment breaks forth in this bitter woe?" |
| 8784 | When o''er it he had paus''d, my master spake:"Say who wast thou, that at so many points Breath''st out with blood thy lamentable speech?" |
| 8784 | Where is now the ice? |
| 8784 | Whereat one advanc''d, The others standing firm, and as he came,"What may this turn avail him?" |
| 8784 | Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim''d and miserable shades? |
| 8784 | While yet he spake, the centaur sped away: And under us three spirits came, of whom Nor I nor he was ware, till they exclaim''d;"Say who are ye?" |
| 8784 | Why open''dst not upon us? |
| 8784 | already standest there? |
| 8784 | but who are ye, from whom such mighty grief, As now I witness, courseth down your cheeks? |
| 8784 | men perverse in every way, With every foulness stain''d, why from the earth Are ye not cancel''d? |
| 8784 | say who is he, than all the rest Glancing in fiercer agony, on whom A ruddier flame doth prey?" |
| 8784 | weeping, he exclaim''d,"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge For Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?" |
| 8784 | what avails it thee,"It cried,"that of me thou hast made thy screen? |
| 8784 | why dost doubt To turn thee into ashes, cumb''ring earth No longer, since in evil act so far Thou hast outdone thy seed? |
| 1006 | And where,all doubting, I exclaim''d,"Is Beatrice?" |
| 1006 | Are these I hear Spirits, O master? |
| 1006 | But who art thou that question''st of our state, Who go''st to my belief, with lids unclos''d, And breathest in thy talk? |
| 1006 | How chances this? |
| 1006 | Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave? 1006 Say who are ye, that stemming the blind stream, Forth from th''eternal prison- house have fled?" |
| 1006 | Speak from whence ye stand:He cried:"What would ye? |
| 1006 | What aileth thee, that still thou look''st to earth? |
| 1006 | Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure Lights you emerging from the depth of night, That makes the infernal valley ever black? 1006 Who knows on which hand now the steep declines?" |
| 1006 | Why are thy thoughts thus riveted? |
| 1006 | Why partest from me, O my strength? |
| 1006 | Why pensive journey thus ye three alone? |
| 1006 | ''Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?" |
| 1006 | --"Hast thou seen,"said he,"That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone The spirits o''er us weep for? |
| 1006 | --"What to thee is other''s good, If thou neglect thy own?" |
| 1006 | A little space refraining, then she spake:"What dost thou muse on? |
| 1006 | Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? |
| 1006 | Ah, wherefore go''st thou on? |
| 1006 | And she, as one Made hasty by her grief;"O sire, if thou Dost not return?" |
| 1006 | And speak''st of us, as thou thyself e''en yet Dividest time by calends?" |
| 1006 | And who Are those twain spirits, that escort thee there? |
| 1006 | Are the firm statutes of the dread abyss Broken, or in high heaven new laws ordain''d, That thus, condemn''d, ye to my caves approach?" |
| 1006 | Are thy just eyes turn''d elsewhere? |
| 1006 | Ask ye how? |
| 1006 | Believ''st not I am with thee, thy sure guide? |
| 1006 | But resolve me this Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst Is left a sample of the perish''d race, And for rebuke to this untoward age?" |
| 1006 | But tell me, if thou know''st, Where is Piccarda? |
| 1006 | But tell, why thou art seated upright there? |
| 1006 | But through all Europe where do those men dwell, To whom their glory is not manifest? |
| 1006 | But wherefore soars thy wish''d- for speech so high Beyond my sight, that loses it the more, The more it strains to reach it?" |
| 1006 | But who is he Of whom thou spak''st but now?" |
| 1006 | CANTO VII After their courteous greetings joyfully Sev''n times exchang''d, Sordello backward drew Exclaiming,"Who are ye?" |
| 1006 | CANTO XIV"Say who is he around our mountain winds, Or ever death has prun''d his wing for flight, That opes his eyes and covers them at will?" |
| 1006 | Can then their hope be vain, Or is thy saying not to me reveal''d?" |
| 1006 | Cried I,"and which towards us moving seems?" |
| 1006 | Encourag''d thus I straight began:"How there can leanness come, Where is no want of nourishment to feed?" |
| 1006 | Had mine eyes turn''d, For that offence what plea might have avail''d? |
| 1006 | Hast thou seen How man may free him of her bonds? |
| 1006 | He shook his forehead; and,"How long,"he said,"Linger we now?" |
| 1006 | How can it chance, that good distributed, The many, that possess it, makes more rich, Than if''t were shar''d by few?" |
| 1006 | I exclaim''d,"Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou Agobbio''s glory, glory of that art Which they of Paris call the limmer''s skill?" |
| 1006 | I exclaim''d,"What tongues are these?" |
| 1006 | I thus:"From Campaldino''s field what force or chance Drew thee, that ne''er thy sepulture was known?" |
| 1006 | If I to hear that voice Am worthy, say if from below thou com''st And from what cloister''s pale?" |
| 1006 | If sweetest thing thus fail''d thee with my death, What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish Have tempted? |
| 1006 | It answered:"Thee as in my mortal frame I lov''d, so loos''d forth it I love thee still, And therefore pause; but why walkest thou here?" |
| 1006 | Laws indeed there are: But who is he observes them? |
| 1006 | My master said and paus''d,"so that he may Ascend, who journeys without aid of wine?" |
| 1006 | O man, why place thy heart where there doth need Exclusion of participants in good? |
| 1006 | O ye race of men Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind So slight to baffle ye? |
| 1006 | Or blame I only shine accustom''d ways?" |
| 1006 | Remember thee, remember thee, if I Safe e''en on Geryon brought thee: now I come More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now? |
| 1006 | Say then, by Heav''n, what blasts ye thus? |
| 1006 | Say what is this I hear?" |
| 1006 | Say wherefore hast thou robb''d me? |
| 1006 | She thus:"Who then amongst us here aloft Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?" |
| 1006 | Tell us, how is it that thou mak''st thyself A wall against the sun, as thou not yet Into th''inextricable toils of death Hadst enter''d?" |
| 1006 | The lady called aloud:"Why thus yet burns Affection in thee for these living, lights, And dost not look on that which follows them?" |
| 1006 | Then he:"My brother, of what use to mount, When to my suffering would not let me pass The bird of God, who at the portal sits? |
| 1006 | Therefore say Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?" |
| 1006 | Thy happiness is whole?" |
| 1006 | To whom the other:"Why hath he conceal''d The title of that river, as a man Doth of some horrible thing?" |
| 1006 | Waitest thou escort to conduct thee hence? |
| 1006 | What boots it, that thy reins Justinian''s hand Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress''d? |
| 1006 | What canst thou more, who hast subdued our blood So wholly to thyself, they feel no care Of their own flesh? |
| 1006 | What master of the pencil or the style Had trac''d the shades and lines, that might have made The subtlest workman wonder? |
| 1006 | What moves thee, if the senses stir not? |
| 1006 | What negligence detains you loit''ring here? |
| 1006 | What other could I answer save"I come?" |
| 1006 | What other kind avails, not heard in heaven?"'' |
| 1006 | What wouldst thou have me say? |
| 1006 | When thus my solace, turning him around, Bespake me kindly:"Why distrustest thou? |
| 1006 | Where is good Liziohere Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna? |
| 1006 | Where is your escort? |
| 1006 | Who would deem, that scent Of water and an apple, could have prov''d Powerful to generate such pining want, Not knowing how it wrought? |
| 1006 | Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg''d souls? |
| 1006 | With stern voice She utter''d;"Say, O Virgil, who is this?" |
| 1006 | Your movements have their primal bent from heaven; Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues? |
| 1006 | a spirit turn''d his eyes In their deep- sunken cell, and fasten''d then On me, then cried with vehemence aloud:"What grace is this vouchsaf''d me?" |
| 1006 | beseech thee say What water this, which from one source deriv''d Itself removes to distance from itself?" |
| 1006 | day and night with moans:"My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?" |
| 1006 | dost not with juster measure guide The appetite of mortals?'' |
| 1006 | my guide Exclaim''d,"that thou hast slack''d thy pace? |
| 1006 | now ye not That we are worms, yet made at last to form The winged insect, imp''d with angel plumes That to heaven''s justice unobstructed soars? |
| 1006 | or how Imports it thee, what thing is whisper''d here? |
| 1006 | or is this A preparation in the wond''rous depth Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end, Entirely from our reach of thought cut off? |
| 1006 | say which way can we proceed?" |
| 1006 | she began,"Why mak''st thou no attempt at questioning, As thus we walk together?" |
| 1006 | that old man venerable Exclaiming,"How is this, ye tardy spirits? |
| 1006 | was answer''d;"who so wish''d To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr''d By other, or through his own weakness fail?" |
| 1006 | what desert Of mine, what favour rather undeserv''d, Shows thee to me? |
| 1006 | wherefore has intemperate ire Driv''n thee to loath thy being? |
| 1006 | wherefore tarriest still, Since forth of thee thy family hath gone, And many, hating evil, join''d their steps? |
| 1006 | why hast thou Dealt with us thus? |
| 8795 | And where,all doubting, I exclaim''d,"Is Beatrice?" |
| 8795 | Are these I hear Spirits, O master? |
| 8795 | But who art thou that question''st of our state, Who go''st to my belief, with lids unclos''d, And breathest in thy talk? |
| 8795 | How chances this? |
| 8795 | Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave? 8795 Say who are ye, that stemming the blind stream, Forth from th''eternal prison- house have fled?" |
| 8795 | Speak from whence ye stand:He cried:"What would ye? |
| 8795 | What aileth thee, that still thou look''st to earth? |
| 8795 | Who hath conducted, or with lantern sure Lights you emerging from the depth of night, That makes the infernal valley ever black? 8795 Who knows on which hand now the steep declines?" |
| 8795 | Why are thy thoughts thus riveted? |
| 8795 | Why partest from me, O my strength? |
| 8795 | Why pensive journey thus ye three alone? |
| 8795 | ''Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?" |
| 8795 | --"Hast thou seen,"said he,"That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone The spirits o''er us weep for? |
| 8795 | --"What to thee is other''s good, If thou neglect thy own?" |
| 8795 | A little space refraining, then she spake:"What dost thou muse on? |
| 8795 | Ah wherefore tarriest thou not? |
| 8795 | Ah, wherefore go''st thou on? |
| 8795 | And she, as one Made hasty by her grief;"O sire, if thou Dost not return?" |
| 8795 | And speak''st of us, as thou thyself e''en yet Dividest time by calends?" |
| 8795 | And who Are those twain spirits, that escort thee there? |
| 8795 | Are the firm statutes of the dread abyss Broken, or in high heaven new laws ordain''d, That thus, condemn''d, ye to my caves approach?" |
| 8795 | Are thy just eyes turn''d elsewhere? |
| 8795 | Ask ye how? |
| 8795 | Believ''st not I am with thee, thy sure guide? |
| 8795 | But resolve me this Who that Gherardo is, that as thou sayst Is left a sample of the perish''d race, And for rebuke to this untoward age?" |
| 8795 | But tell me, if thou know''st, Where is Piccarda? |
| 8795 | But tell, why thou art seated upright there? |
| 8795 | But through all Europe where do those men dwell, To whom their glory is not manifest? |
| 8795 | But wherefore soars thy wish''d- for speech so high Beyond my sight, that loses it the more, The more it strains to reach it?" |
| 8795 | But who is he Of whom thou spak''st but now?" |
| 8795 | CANTO VII After their courteous greetings joyfully Sev''n times exchang''d, Sordello backward drew Exclaiming,"Who are ye?" |
| 8795 | CANTO XIV"Say who is he around our mountain winds, Or ever death has prun''d his wing for flight, That opes his eyes and covers them at will?" |
| 8795 | Can then their hope be vain, Or is thy saying not to me reveal''d?" |
| 8795 | Cried I,"and which towards us moving seems?" |
| 8795 | Encourag''d thus I straight began:"How there can leanness come, Where is no want of nourishment to feed?" |
| 8795 | Had mine eyes turn''d, For that offence what plea might have avail''d? |
| 8795 | Hast thou seen How man may free him of her bonds? |
| 8795 | He shook his forehead; and,"How long,"he said,"Linger we now?" |
| 8795 | How can it chance, that good distributed, The many, that possess it, makes more rich, Than if''t were shar''d by few?" |
| 8795 | I exclaim''d,"Art thou not Oderigi, art not thou Agobbio''s glory, glory of that art Which they of Paris call the limmer''s skill?" |
| 8795 | I exclaim''d,"What tongues are these?" |
| 8795 | I thus:"From Campaldino''s field what force or chance Drew thee, that ne''er thy sepulture was known?" |
| 8795 | If I to hear that voice Am worthy, say if from below thou com''st And from what cloister''s pale?" |
| 8795 | If sweetest thing thus fail''d thee with my death, What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish Have tempted? |
| 8795 | It answered:"Thee as in my mortal frame I lov''d, so loos''d forth it I love thee still, And therefore pause; but why walkest thou here?" |
| 8795 | Laws indeed there are: But who is he observes them? |
| 8795 | My master said and paus''d,"so that he may Ascend, who journeys without aid of wine?" |
| 8795 | O man, why place thy heart where there doth need Exclusion of participants in good? |
| 8795 | O ye race of men Though born to soar, why suffer ye a wind So slight to baffle ye? |
| 8795 | Or blame I only shine accustom''d ways?" |
| 8795 | Remember thee, remember thee, if I Safe e''en on Geryon brought thee: now I come More near to God, wilt thou not trust me now? |
| 8795 | Say then, by Heav''n, what blasts ye thus? |
| 8795 | Say what is this I hear?" |
| 8795 | Say wherefore hast thou robb''d me? |
| 8795 | She thus:"Who then amongst us here aloft Hath brought thee, if thou weenest to return?" |
| 8795 | Tell us, how is it that thou mak''st thyself A wall against the sun, as thou not yet Into th''inextricable toils of death Hadst enter''d?" |
| 8795 | The lady called aloud:"Why thus yet burns Affection in thee for these living, lights, And dost not look on that which follows them?" |
| 8795 | Then he:"My brother, of what use to mount, When to my suffering would not let me pass The bird of God, who at the portal sits? |
| 8795 | Therefore say Which hand leads nearest to the rifted rock?" |
| 8795 | Thy happiness is whole?" |
| 8795 | To whom the other:"Why hath he conceal''d The title of that river, as a man Doth of some horrible thing?" |
| 8795 | Waitest thou escort to conduct thee hence? |
| 8795 | What boots it, that thy reins Justinian''s hand Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress''d? |
| 8795 | What canst thou more, who hast subdued our blood So wholly to thyself, they feel no care Of their own flesh? |
| 8795 | What master of the pencil or the style Had trac''d the shades and lines, that might have made The subtlest workman wonder? |
| 8795 | What moves thee, if the senses stir not? |
| 8795 | What negligence detains you loit''ring here? |
| 8795 | What other could I answer save"I come?" |
| 8795 | What other kind avails, not heard in heaven?"'' |
| 8795 | What wouldst thou have me say? |
| 8795 | When thus my solace, turning him around, Bespake me kindly:"Why distrustest thou? |
| 8795 | Where is good Liziohere Manardi, Traversalo, and Carpigna? |
| 8795 | Where is your escort? |
| 8795 | Who would deem, that scent Of water and an apple, could have prov''d Powerful to generate such pining want, Not knowing how it wrought? |
| 8795 | Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg''d souls? |
| 8795 | With stern voice She utter''d;"Say, O Virgil, who is this?" |
| 8795 | Your movements have their primal bent from heaven; Not all; yet said I all; what then ensues? |
| 8795 | a spirit turn''d his eyes In their deep- sunken cell, and fasten''d then On me, then cried with vehemence aloud:"What grace is this vouchsaf''d me?" |
| 8795 | beseech thee say What water this, which from one source deriv''d Itself removes to distance from itself?" |
| 8795 | day and night with moans:"My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?" |
| 8795 | dost not with juster measure guide The appetite of mortals?'' |
| 8795 | my guide Exclaim''d,"that thou hast slack''d thy pace? |
| 8795 | now ye not That we are worms, yet made at last to form The winged insect, imp''d with angel plumes That to heaven''s justice unobstructed soars? |
| 8795 | or how Imports it thee, what thing is whisper''d here? |
| 8795 | or is this A preparation in the wond''rous depth Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end, Entirely from our reach of thought cut off? |
| 8795 | say which way can we proceed?" |
| 8795 | she began,"Why mak''st thou no attempt at questioning, As thus we walk together?" |
| 8795 | that old man venerable Exclaiming,"How is this, ye tardy spirits? |
| 8795 | was answer''d;"who so wish''d To ascend by night, would he be thence debarr''d By other, or through his own weakness fail?" |
| 8795 | what desert Of mine, what favour rather undeserv''d, Shows thee to me? |
| 8795 | wherefore has intemperate ire Driv''n thee to loath thy being? |
| 8795 | wherefore tarriest still, Since forth of thee thy family hath gone, And many, hating evil, join''d their steps? |
| 8795 | why hast thou Dealt with us thus? |
| 1001 | Beatricesaid she,"the true praise of God, Why succourest thou not him, who loved thee so, For thee he issued from the vulgar herd? |
| 1001 | 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? |
| 1001 | Into this bottom of the doleful conch Doth any e''er descend from the first grade, Which for its pain has only hope cut off? |
| 1001 | Latians are we, whom thou so wasted seest, Both of us here,one weeping made reply;"But who art thou, that questionest about us?" |
| 1001 | Master, who is that one who writhes himself, More than his other comrades quivering,I said,"and whom a redder flame is sucking?" |
| 1001 | Master,I said to him,"now tell me also What is this Fortune which thou speakest of, That has the world''s goods so within its clutches?" |
| 1001 | Now who art thou, that goest through Antenora Smiting,replied he,"other people''s cheeks, So that, if thou wert living,''twere too much?" |
| 1001 | Now, art thou that Virgilius and that fountain Which spreads abroad so wide a river of speech? |
| 1001 | O Jacopo,it said,"of Sant''Andrea, What helped it thee of me to make a screen? |
| 1001 | O thou who honourest every art and science, Who may these be, which such great honour have, That from the fashion of the rest it parts them? |
| 1001 | O,said I to him,"now art thou, too, dead?" |
| 1001 | After he had uncovered his great mouth, He said to his companions:"Are you ware That he behind moveth whate''er he touches? |
| 1001 | After it had become embrowned with blood, It recommenced its cry:"Why dost thou rend me? |
| 1001 | And I again:"Master, where shall be found Lethe and Phlegethon, for of one thou''rt silent, And sayest the other of this rain is made?" |
| 1001 | And I to him:"Although I come, I stay not; But who art thou that hast become so squalid?" |
| 1001 | And I to him:"If so the present runnel Doth take its rise in this way from our world, Why only on this verge appears it to us?" |
| 1001 | And I to him:"Who are the two poor wretches That smoke like unto a wet hand in winter, Lying there close upon thy right- hand confines?" |
| 1001 | And I, who had my head with horror bound, Said:"Master, what is this which now I hear? |
| 1001 | And I, who of his colour was aware, Said:"How shall I come, if thou art afraid, Who''rt wo nt to be a comfort to my fears?" |
| 1001 | And I:"My Master, what are all those people Who, having sepulture within those tombs, Make themselves audible by doleful sighs?" |
| 1001 | And I:"O Master, what so grievous is To these, that maketh them lament so sore?" |
| 1001 | And he began:"What fortune or what fate Before the last day leadeth thee down here? |
| 1001 | And he cried out:"Dost thou stand there already, Dost thou stand there already, Boniface? |
| 1001 | And he to me:"O creatures imbecile, What ignorance is this which doth beset you? |
| 1001 | And one, who had by reason of the cold Lost both his ears, still with his visage downward, Said:"Why dost thou so mirror thyself in us? |
| 1001 | And one, who with an azure sow and gravid Emblazoned had his little pouch of white, Said unto me:"What dost thou in this moat? |
| 1001 | And to the Poet said I:"Now was ever So vain a people as the Sienese? |
| 1001 | And unto him my Guide:"Why criest thou too? |
| 1001 | And unto me he said:"Turn thee; what dost thou? |
| 1001 | And unto me he said:"Why wanders so Thine intellect from that which it is wo nt? |
| 1001 | And what pain is upon you, that so sparkles?" |
| 1001 | And who is this that showeth thee the way?" |
| 1001 | And why doth our transgression waste us so? |
| 1001 | And, to the sea of all discernment turned, I said:"What sayeth this, and what respondeth That other fire? |
| 1001 | Art thou so early satiate with that wealth, For which thou didst not fear to take by fraud The beautiful Lady, and then work her woe?" |
| 1001 | As soon as I had heard those souls tormented, I bowed my face, and so long held it down Until the Poet said to me:"What thinkest?" |
| 1001 | As soon as I was at the foot of his tomb Somewhat he eyed me, and, as if disdainful, Then asked of me,"Who were thine ancestors?" |
| 1001 | But I, why thither come, or who concedes it? |
| 1001 | But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs, By what and in what manner Love conceded, That you should know your dubious desires?" |
| 1001 | But thou, why goest thou back to such annoyance? |
| 1001 | But who are ye, in whom there trickles down Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? |
| 1001 | But who art thou, that musest on the crag, Perchance to postpone going to the pain That is adjudged upon thine accusations?" |
| 1001 | Cruel indeed art thou, if yet thou grieve not, Thinking of what my heart foreboded me, And weep''st thou not, what art thou wo nt to weep at? |
| 1001 | Does not the sweet light strike upon his eyes?" |
| 1001 | Dost thou not hear the pity of his plaint? |
| 1001 | Dost thou not see the death that combats him Beside that flood, where ocean has no vaunt?" |
| 1001 | Hast thou no spirit of pity whatsoever? |
| 1001 | He fled away, and spake no further word; And I beheld a Centaur full of rage Come crying out:"Where is, where is the scoffer?" |
| 1001 | He moved along; and afterward thus going, He said to me,"Why art thou so bewildered?" |
| 1001 | He screamed to me:"Wherefore art thou so eager To look at me more than the other foul ones?" |
| 1001 | Here pity lives when it is wholly dead; Who is a greater reprobate than he Who feels compassion at the doom divine? |
| 1001 | His eyes cast down, his forehead shorn had he Of all its boldness, and he said, with sighs,"Who has denied to me the dolesome houses?" |
| 1001 | 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?'' |
| 1001 | If thou art as observant as thy wo nt is, Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe to us?" |
| 1001 | Is he not still alive? |
| 1001 | Is not below here every vapour quenched?" |
| 1001 | Is''t not enough to clatter with thy jaws, But thou must bark? |
| 1001 | Lift up, lift up thy head, and see for whom Opened the earth before the Thebans''eyes; Wherefore they all cried:''Whither rushest thou, Amphiaraus? |
| 1001 | My Sage towards him shouted:"Peradventure Thou think''st that here may be the Duke of Athens, Who in the world above brought death to thee? |
| 1001 | One is within already, if the raving Shades that are going round about speak truth; But what avails it me, whose limbs are tied? |
| 1001 | Or, sooth, thy mind where is it elsewhere looking? |
| 1001 | Short while my head turned thitherward I held When many lofty towers I seemed to see, Whereat I:"Master, say, what town is this?" |
| 1001 | Thais the harlot is it, who replied Unto her paramour, when he said,''Have I Great gratitude from thee?'' |
| 1001 | The Guide:"Now tell then of the other culprits; Knowest thou any one who is a Latian, Under the pitch?" |
| 1001 | The Leader stopped; and to that one I said Who was blaspheming vehemently still:"Who art thou, that thus reprehendest others?" |
| 1001 | Then stretched I forth my hand a little forward, And plucked a branchlet off from a great thorn; And the trunk cried,"Why dost thou mangle me?" |
| 1001 | They all cried out:"Let Malacoda go;"Whereat one started, and the rest stood still, And he came to him, saying:"What avails it?" |
| 1001 | They clashed together, and then at that point Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde, Crying,"Why keepest?" |
| 1001 | They lowered their rakes, and"Wilt thou have me hit him,"They said to one another,"on the rump?" |
| 1001 | Thus he began upon the horrid threshold;"Whence is this arrogance within you couched? |
| 1001 | To me the Master good:"Thou dost not ask What spirits these, which thou beholdest, are? |
| 1001 | Truly I wept, leaning upon a peak Of the hard crag, so that my Escort said To me:"Art thou, too, of the other fools? |
| 1001 | Unless thou comest to increase the vengeance of Montaperti, why dost thou molest me?" |
| 1001 | Up starting suddenly, he cried out:"How Saidst thou,--he had? |
| 1001 | Weeping he growled:"Why dost thou trample me? |
| 1001 | What blame have I in thy nefarious life?" |
| 1001 | What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?" |
| 1001 | What helpeth it to butt against the fates? |
| 1001 | What is it, then? |
| 1001 | When near him had the Master stayed his steps, He said:"Who wast thou, that through wounds so many Art blowing out with blood thy dolorous speech?" |
| 1001 | 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?'' |
| 1001 | Whereat the spirit writhed with both his feet, Then, sighing, with a voice of lamentation Said to me:"Then what wantest thou of me? |
| 1001 | Wherefore I said:"Master, these torments here, Will they increase after the mighty sentence, Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?" |
| 1001 | Wherefore recalcitrate against that will, From which the end can never be cut off, And which has many times increased your pain? |
| 1001 | Whereupon said I:"Master, who are those People, whom the black air so castigates?" |
| 1001 | While we were running through the dead canal, Uprose in front of me one full of mire, And said,"Who''rt thou that comest ere the hour?" |
| 1001 | Why climb''st thou not the Mount Delectable, Which is the source and cause of every joy?" |
| 1001 | Why dost leave the war?'' |
| 1001 | Why is such baseness bedded in thy heart? |
| 1001 | Why is thy sight still riveted down there Among the mournful, mutilated shades? |
| 1001 | Why, why dost thou delay? |
| 1001 | Ye have made yourselves a god of gold and silver; And from the idolater how differ ye, Save that he one, and ye a hundred worship? |
| 1001 | and how Incontinence Less God offendeth, and less blame attracts? |
| 1001 | and how in such short time From eve to morn has the sun made his transit?" |
| 1001 | and how is this one fixed Thus upside down? |
| 1001 | and who are they that made it?" |
| 1001 | and why is he not with thee?" |
| 1001 | and,"Why squanderest thou?" |
| 1001 | obdurate earth, wherefore didst thou not open? |
| 1001 | what devil touches thee?" |
| 1001 | what is it, Master, that I see? |
| 1001 | who heaps up so many New toils and sufferings as I beheld? |
| 1001 | why resolve not To burn thyself to ashes and so perish, Since in ill- doing thou thy seed excellest? |
| 1001 | ye men at variance With every virtue, full of every vice Wherefore are ye not scattered from the world? |
| 8789 | And art thou here? |
| 8789 | And art thou then that Virgil, that well- spring, From which such copious floods of eloquence Have issued? |
| 8789 | Both are of Latium,weeping he replied,"Whom tortur''d thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquir''d of us?" |
| 8789 | Doth ever any Into this rueful concave''s extreme depth Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain Is deprivation merely of sweet hope? |
| 8789 | Master,said I,"what land Is this?" |
| 8789 | Now tell us, I entreat thee, who art thou? 8789 Tell me ye, Whose bosoms thus together press,"said I,"Who are ye?" |
| 8789 | What art thou, speak, That railest thus on others? |
| 8789 | What chance or destiny,thus he began,"Ere the last day conducts thee here below? |
| 8789 | Whence cometh this,Said I,"my master? |
| 8789 | Where,said he,"Doth Cianfa lurk?" |
| 8789 | Wherefore dost bruise me? |
| 8789 | ''Why leavest thou the war?'' |
| 8789 | Against a rock I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim''d:"What, and art thou too witless as the rest? |
| 8789 | And how from eve to morn in space so brief Hath the sun made his transit?" |
| 8789 | And if it be not, wherefore in such guise Are they condemned?" |
| 8789 | And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft, Exclaim''d, still looking downward:"Why on us Dost speculate so long? |
| 8789 | And one, who bore a fat and azure swine Pictur''d on his white scrip, addressed me thus:"What dost thou in this deep? |
| 8789 | And who is this, that shows to thee the way?" |
| 8789 | And, be they dead, what privilege allows They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?" |
| 8789 | Began he on the horrid grunsel standing,"Whence doth this wild excess of insolence Lodge in you? |
| 8789 | But I, why should I there presume? |
| 8789 | But Virgil rous''d me:"What yet gazest on? |
| 8789 | But say who Art thou, that standest musing on the rock, Haply so lingering to delay the pain Sentenc''d upon thy crimes?" |
| 8789 | But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes?" |
| 8789 | But thou, say wherefore to such perils past Return''st thou? |
| 8789 | But what brings thee Into this bitter seas''ning?" |
| 8789 | But wherein besteads me that? |
| 8789 | CANTO XXVIII WHO, e''en in words unfetter''d, might at full Tell of the wounds and blood that now I saw, Though he repeated oft the tale? |
| 8789 | Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail, Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood, Swoln mightier than a sea, him struggling holds?" |
| 8789 | Father what ails thee?" |
| 8789 | For thy ill life what blame on me recoils?" |
| 8789 | He answer thus return''d:"Wherefore in dotage wanders thus thy mind, Not so accustom''d? |
| 8789 | He fled, Nor utter''d more; and after him there came A centaur full of fury, shouting,"Where Where is the caitiff?" |
| 8789 | He replied:"Now who art thou, that smiting others''cheeks Through Antenora roamest, with such force As were past suff''rance, wert thou living still?" |
| 8789 | He, soon as there I stood at the tomb''s foot, Ey''d me a space, then in disdainful mood Address''d me:"Say, what ancestors were thine?" |
| 8789 | How standeth he in posture thus revers''d? |
| 8789 | I answer''d:"Though I come, I tarry not; But who art thou, that art become so foul?" |
| 8789 | I answering thus:"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above May carry tidings of thee, who is he, In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?" |
| 8789 | I had come Thus far from all your skirmishing secure,"My teacher answered,"without will divine And destiny propitious? |
| 8789 | I turning round To the deep source of knowledge, thus inquir''d:"Say what this means? |
| 8789 | Is not here below All vapour quench''d?" |
| 8789 | Is there no touch of mercy in thy breast? |
| 8789 | Led by thy lofty genius and profound, Where is my son? |
| 8789 | Loud he cried:"Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?" |
| 8789 | May those, Who lie within these sepulchres, be seen? |
| 8789 | My leader thus:"Then tell us of the partners in thy guilt; Knowest thou any sprung of Latian land Under the tar?" |
| 8789 | No longer lives he? |
| 8789 | Of gold and silver ye have made your god, Diff''ring wherein from the idolater, But he that worships one, a hundred ye? |
| 8789 | One drench''d in mire before me came, and said;"Who art thou, that thou comest ere thine hour?" |
| 8789 | Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man, Before whose eyes earth gap''d in Thebes, when all Cried out,''Amphiaraus, whither rushest? |
| 8789 | Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow? |
| 8789 | So early dost thou surfeit with the wealth, For which thou fearedst not in guile to take The lovely lady, and then mangle her?" |
| 8789 | So to the pleasant world mayst thou return, As thou shalt tell me, why in all their laws, Against my kin this people is so fell?" |
| 8789 | Sound not loud enough Thy chatt''ring teeth, but thou must bark outright? |
| 8789 | Strikes not on his eye The blessed daylight?" |
| 8789 | Such were their words; At hearing which downward I bent my looks, And held them there so long, that the bard cried:"What art thou pond''ring?" |
| 8789 | Sudden that sound Forth issu''d from a vault, whereat in fear I somewhat closer to my leader''s side Approaching, he thus spake:"What dost thou? |
| 8789 | That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet, And sighing next in woeful accent spake:"What then of me requirest? |
| 8789 | Then I again inquir''d:"Where flow the streams Of Phlegethon and Lethe? |
| 8789 | Then I his alter''d hue perceiving, thus:"How may I speed, if thou yieldest to dread, Who still art wo nt to comfort me in doubt?" |
| 8789 | Then I to him:"If from our world this sluice Be thus deriv''d; wherefore to us but now Appears it at this edge?" |
| 8789 | Then as the dark blood trickled down its side, These words it added:"Wherefore tear''st me thus? |
| 8789 | Then to me The gentle guide:"Inquir''st thou not what spirits Are these, which thou beholdest? |
| 8789 | Then to the bard I spake:"Was ever race Light as Sienna''s? |
| 8789 | Thereat a little stretching forth my hand, From a great wilding gather''d I a branch, And straight the trunk exclaim''d:"Why pluck''st thou me?" |
| 8789 | They their hooks Protruding, one the other thus bespake:"Wilt thou I touch him on the hip?" |
| 8789 | Those answering,"And why castest thou away?" |
| 8789 | To him my guide:"Wherefore exclaimest? |
| 8789 | Unless thy prudence fail thee, dost not mark How they do gnarl upon us, and their scowl Threatens us present tortures?" |
| 8789 | Upon the ground His eyes were bent, and from his brow eras''d All confidence, while thus with sighs he spake:"Who hath denied me these abodes of woe?" |
| 8789 | Were these, whose heads are shorn, On our left hand, all sep''rate to the church?" |
| 8789 | What devil wrings thee?" |
| 8789 | What guilt exceedeth his, Who with Heaven''s judgment in his passion strives? |
| 8789 | What is this I hear? |
| 8789 | What is this comes o''er thee then? |
| 8789 | What profits at the fays to but the horn? |
| 8789 | What race Are these, who seem so overcome with woe?" |
| 8789 | What race is this? |
| 8789 | What torment breaks forth in this bitter woe?" |
| 8789 | When o''er it he had paus''d, my master spake:"Say who wast thou, that at so many points Breath''st out with blood thy lamentable speech?" |
| 8789 | When the great sentence passes, be increas''d, Or mitigated, or as now severe?" |
| 8789 | Where is now the ice? |
| 8789 | Whereat one advanc''d, The others standing firm, and as he came,"What may this turn avail him?" |
| 8789 | Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim''d and miserable shades? |
| 8789 | Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this? |
| 8789 | While yet he spake, the centaur sped away: And under us three spirits came, of whom Nor I nor he was ware, till they exclaim''d;"Say who are ye?" |
| 8789 | Why open''dst not upon us? |
| 8789 | Why, why dost thou hang back? |
| 8789 | With ireful gestures,"Who is this,"They cried,"that without death first felt, goes through The regions of the dead?" |
| 8789 | already standest there? |
| 8789 | and what that other light In answer set? |
| 8789 | and wherefore not with thee?" |
| 8789 | but who are ye, from whom such mighty grief, As now I witness, courseth down your cheeks? |
| 8789 | grant me now to know Whom here we view, and whence impell''d they seem So eager to pass o''er, as I discern Through the blear light?" |
| 8789 | men perverse in every way, With every foulness stain''d, why from the earth Are ye not cancel''d? |
| 8789 | of thee this also would I learn; This fortune, that thou speak''st of, what it is, Whose talons grasp the blessings of the world?" |
| 8789 | or what other thoughts Possess it? |
| 8789 | or who Permits it? |
| 8789 | said''st thou he HAD? |
| 8789 | say who are these, interr''d Within these vaults, of whom distinct we hear The dolorous sighs?" |
| 8789 | say who is he, than all the rest Glancing in fiercer agony, on whom A ruddier flame doth prey?" |
| 8789 | weeping, he exclaim''d,"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge For Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?" |
| 8789 | what agency doth this?" |
| 8789 | what avails it thee,"It cried,"that of me thou hast made thy screen? |
| 8789 | what doth aggrieve them thus, That they lament so loud?" |
| 8789 | what ignorance Besets you? |
| 8789 | wherefore kick you''gainst that will Ne''er frustrate of its end, and which so oft Hath laid on you enforcement of your pangs? |
| 8789 | wherefore not this pleasant mount Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?" |
| 8789 | who Are these, by the black air so scourg''d?" |
| 8789 | who are these, that boast Such honour, separate from all the rest?" |
| 8789 | who to this residence of woe Approachest?" |
| 8789 | why dost doubt To turn thee into ashes, cumb''ring earth No longer, since in evil act so far Thou hast outdone thy seed? |
| 8789 | why hast not courage there And noble daring? |
| 8789 | why in thy breast Harbour vile fear? |
| 8789 | why is not thy succour lent To him, who so much lov''d thee, as to leave For thy sake all the multitude admires? |
| 1005 | And art thou here? |
| 1005 | And art thou then that Virgil, that well- spring, From which such copious floods of eloquence Have issued? |
| 1005 | Both are of Latium,weeping he replied,"Whom tortur''d thus thou seest: but who art thou That hast inquir''d of us?" |
| 1005 | Doth ever any Into this rueful concave''s extreme depth Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain Is deprivation merely of sweet hope? |
| 1005 | Master,said I,"what land Is this?" |
| 1005 | Now tell us, I entreat thee, who art thou? 1005 Tell me ye, Whose bosoms thus together press,"said I,"Who are ye?" |
| 1005 | What art thou, speak, That railest thus on others? |
| 1005 | What chance or destiny,thus he began,"Ere the last day conducts thee here below? |
| 1005 | Whence cometh this,Said I,"my master? |
| 1005 | Where,said he,"Doth Cianfa lurk?" |
| 1005 | Wherefore dost bruise me? |
| 1005 | ''Why leavest thou the war?'' |
| 1005 | Against a rock I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim''d:"What, and art thou too witless as the rest? |
| 1005 | And how from eve to morn in space so brief Hath the sun made his transit?" |
| 1005 | And if it be not, wherefore in such guise Are they condemned?" |
| 1005 | And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft, Exclaim''d, still looking downward:"Why on us Dost speculate so long? |
| 1005 | And one, who bore a fat and azure swine Pictur''d on his white scrip, addressed me thus:"What dost thou in this deep? |
| 1005 | And who is this, that shows to thee the way?" |
| 1005 | And, be they dead, what privilege allows They walk unmantled by the cumbrous stole?" |
| 1005 | Began he on the horrid grunsel standing,"Whence doth this wild excess of insolence Lodge in you? |
| 1005 | But I, why should I there presume? |
| 1005 | But Virgil rous''d me:"What yet gazest on? |
| 1005 | But say who Art thou, that standest musing on the rock, Haply so lingering to delay the pain Sentenc''d upon thy crimes?" |
| 1005 | But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes?" |
| 1005 | But thou, say wherefore to such perils past Return''st thou? |
| 1005 | But what brings thee Into this bitter seas''ning?" |
| 1005 | But wherein besteads me that? |
| 1005 | CANTO XXVIII WHO, e''en in words unfetter''d, might at full Tell of the wounds and blood that now I saw, Though he repeated oft the tale? |
| 1005 | Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail, Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood, Swoln mightier than a sea, him struggling holds?" |
| 1005 | Father what ails thee?" |
| 1005 | For thy ill life what blame on me recoils?" |
| 1005 | He answer thus return''d:"Wherefore in dotage wanders thus thy mind, Not so accustom''d? |
| 1005 | He fled, Nor utter''d more; and after him there came A centaur full of fury, shouting,"Where Where is the caitiff?" |
| 1005 | He replied:"Now who art thou, that smiting others''cheeks Through Antenora roamest, with such force As were past suff''rance, wert thou living still?" |
| 1005 | He, soon as there I stood at the tomb''s foot, Ey''d me a space, then in disdainful mood Address''d me:"Say, what ancestors were thine?" |
| 1005 | How standeth he in posture thus revers''d? |
| 1005 | I answer''d:"Though I come, I tarry not; But who art thou, that art become so foul?" |
| 1005 | I answering thus:"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above May carry tidings of thee, who is he, In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?" |
| 1005 | I had come Thus far from all your skirmishing secure,"My teacher answered,"without will divine And destiny propitious? |
| 1005 | I turning round To the deep source of knowledge, thus inquir''d:"Say what this means? |
| 1005 | Is not here below All vapour quench''d?" |
| 1005 | Is there no touch of mercy in thy breast? |
| 1005 | Led by thy lofty genius and profound, Where is my son? |
| 1005 | Loud he cried:"Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?" |
| 1005 | May those, Who lie within these sepulchres, be seen? |
| 1005 | My leader thus:"Then tell us of the partners in thy guilt; Knowest thou any sprung of Latian land Under the tar?" |
| 1005 | No longer lives he? |
| 1005 | Of gold and silver ye have made your god, Diff''ring wherein from the idolater, But he that worships one, a hundred ye? |
| 1005 | One drench''d in mire before me came, and said;"Who art thou, that thou comest ere thine hour?" |
| 1005 | Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man, Before whose eyes earth gap''d in Thebes, when all Cried out,''Amphiaraus, whither rushest? |
| 1005 | Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow? |
| 1005 | So early dost thou surfeit with the wealth, For which thou fearedst not in guile to take The lovely lady, and then mangle her?" |
| 1005 | So to the pleasant world mayst thou return, As thou shalt tell me, why in all their laws, Against my kin this people is so fell?" |
| 1005 | Sound not loud enough Thy chatt''ring teeth, but thou must bark outright? |
| 1005 | Strikes not on his eye The blessed daylight?" |
| 1005 | Such were their words; At hearing which downward I bent my looks, And held them there so long, that the bard cried:"What art thou pond''ring?" |
| 1005 | Sudden that sound Forth issu''d from a vault, whereat in fear I somewhat closer to my leader''s side Approaching, he thus spake:"What dost thou? |
| 1005 | That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet, And sighing next in woeful accent spake:"What then of me requirest? |
| 1005 | Then I again inquir''d:"Where flow the streams Of Phlegethon and Lethe? |
| 1005 | Then I his alter''d hue perceiving, thus:"How may I speed, if thou yieldest to dread, Who still art wo nt to comfort me in doubt?" |
| 1005 | Then I to him:"If from our world this sluice Be thus deriv''d; wherefore to us but now Appears it at this edge?" |
| 1005 | Then as the dark blood trickled down its side, These words it added:"Wherefore tear''st me thus? |
| 1005 | Then to me The gentle guide:"Inquir''st thou not what spirits Are these, which thou beholdest? |
| 1005 | Then to the bard I spake:"Was ever race Light as Sienna''s? |
| 1005 | Thereat a little stretching forth my hand, From a great wilding gather''d I a branch, And straight the trunk exclaim''d:"Why pluck''st thou me?" |
| 1005 | They their hooks Protruding, one the other thus bespake:"Wilt thou I touch him on the hip?" |
| 1005 | Those answering,"And why castest thou away?" |
| 1005 | To him my guide:"Wherefore exclaimest? |
| 1005 | Unless thy prudence fail thee, dost not mark How they do gnarl upon us, and their scowl Threatens us present tortures?" |
| 1005 | Upon the ground His eyes were bent, and from his brow eras''d All confidence, while thus with sighs he spake:"Who hath denied me these abodes of woe?" |
| 1005 | Were these, whose heads are shorn, On our left hand, all sep''rate to the church?" |
| 1005 | What devil wrings thee?" |
| 1005 | What guilt exceedeth his, Who with Heaven''s judgment in his passion strives? |
| 1005 | What is this I hear? |
| 1005 | What is this comes o''er thee then? |
| 1005 | What profits at the fays to but the horn? |
| 1005 | What race Are these, who seem so overcome with woe?" |
| 1005 | What race is this? |
| 1005 | What torment breaks forth in this bitter woe?" |
| 1005 | When o''er it he had paus''d, my master spake:"Say who wast thou, that at so many points Breath''st out with blood thy lamentable speech?" |
| 1005 | When the great sentence passes, be increas''d, Or mitigated, or as now severe?" |
| 1005 | Where is now the ice? |
| 1005 | Whereat one advanc''d, The others standing firm, and as he came,"What may this turn avail him?" |
| 1005 | Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim''d and miserable shades? |
| 1005 | Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this? |
| 1005 | While yet he spake, the centaur sped away: And under us three spirits came, of whom Nor I nor he was ware, till they exclaim''d;"Say who are ye?" |
| 1005 | Why open''dst not upon us? |
| 1005 | Why, why dost thou hang back? |
| 1005 | With ireful gestures,"Who is this,"They cried,"that without death first felt, goes through The regions of the dead?" |
| 1005 | already standest there? |
| 1005 | and what that other light In answer set? |
| 1005 | and wherefore not with thee?" |
| 1005 | but who are ye, from whom such mighty grief, As now I witness, courseth down your cheeks? |
| 1005 | grant me now to know Whom here we view, and whence impell''d they seem So eager to pass o''er, as I discern Through the blear light?" |
| 1005 | men perverse in every way, With every foulness stain''d, why from the earth Are ye not cancel''d? |
| 1005 | of thee this also would I learn; This fortune, that thou speak''st of, what it is, Whose talons grasp the blessings of the world?" |
| 1005 | or what other thoughts Possess it? |
| 1005 | or who Permits it? |
| 1005 | said''st thou he HAD? |
| 1005 | say who are these, interr''d Within these vaults, of whom distinct we hear The dolorous sighs?" |
| 1005 | say who is he, than all the rest Glancing in fiercer agony, on whom A ruddier flame doth prey?" |
| 1005 | weeping, he exclaim''d,"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge For Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?" |
| 1005 | what agency doth this?" |
| 1005 | what avails it thee,"It cried,"that of me thou hast made thy screen? |
| 1005 | what doth aggrieve them thus, That they lament so loud?" |
| 1005 | what ignorance Besets you? |
| 1005 | wherefore kick you''gainst that will Ne''er frustrate of its end, and which so oft Hath laid on you enforcement of your pangs? |
| 1005 | wherefore not this pleasant mount Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?" |
| 1005 | who Are these, by the black air so scourg''d?" |
| 1005 | who are these, that boast Such honour, separate from all the rest?" |
| 1005 | who to this residence of woe Approachest?" |
| 1005 | why dost doubt To turn thee into ashes, cumb''ring earth No longer, since in evil act so far Thou hast outdone thy seed? |
| 1005 | why hast not courage there And noble daring? |
| 1005 | why in thy breast Harbour vile fear? |
| 1005 | why is not thy succour lent To him, who so much lov''d thee, as to leave For thy sake all the multitude admires? |
| 41537 | ''Alas, my Master, what is this I see?'' |
| 41537 | ''And thou in sooth art Virgil, and the fount Whence in a stream so full doth language flow?'' |
| 41537 | ''Art thou arrived already?'' |
| 41537 | ''But who art thou, that goest at thy will Through Antenora,[818] trampling on the face Of others? |
| 41537 | ''James of St. Andrews,''[429] it we heard complain;''What profit hadst thou making me thy shield? |
| 41537 | ''Master, what folk are these,''[256] I therefore said, 50''Who by the murky air are whipped along?'' |
| 41537 | ''Now were men E''er found,''I of the Poet asked,''so fraught 121 With vanity as are the Sienese? |
| 41537 | ''Then what is your coin like?'' |
| 41537 | ''Tis harlot Thais,[532] who, when she had been Asked by her lover,"Am I generous And worthy thanks?" |
| 41537 | ''What fortune or what destiny,''he said,''Hath brought thee here or e''er thou death hast seen; And who is this by whom thou''rt onward led?'' |
| 41537 | ''Why dost thou tear me?'' |
| 41537 | ''Why then so eager,''asked he with a shout,''To stare at me of all the filthy crew?'' |
| 41537 | ''[ 750] 90''Latians are both of us in this disguise Of wretchedness,''weeping said one of those;''But who art thou, demanding on this wise?'' |
| 41537 | 120 What ails thee then? |
| 41537 | 120''If this brook rises,''he was asked by me,''Within our world, how comes it that no trace We saw of it till on this boundary?'' |
| 41537 | 20 Why will we sin, to be thus wasted sore? |
| 41537 | 20''Master, what town is this?'' |
| 41537 | 20''Why also[251] growling?'' |
| 41537 | 30 And he:''Turn round, what ails thee? |
| 41537 | 30 And the good Master:''Wouldst thou[222] nothing then Of who those spirits are have me relate? |
| 41537 | 30 And, horror- stricken,[208] I began to say:''Master, what sound can this be that I hear, And who the folk thus whelmed in misery?'' |
| 41537 | 30 But why should I go? |
| 41537 | 30''Master, who is he, tortured more,''I said,''Than are his neighbours, writhing in such woe; And licked by flames of deeper- hearted red?'' |
| 41537 | 50 But what has brought thee to such sharp regale? |
| 41537 | 60''What torment,''from afar one made demand,''Come ye to share, who now descend the hill? |
| 41537 | 90 And I:''Point out and tell, if wish thou hast To get news of thee to the world conveyed, Who rues that e''er his eyes thereon were cast?'' |
| 41537 | 90''People despised and banished far from God,''Upon the awful threshold then he spoke,''How holds in you such insolence abode? |
| 41537 | And I:''As one who forthwith goes I come; but thou defiled, how name they thee?'' |
| 41537 | And I:''What bear they, Master, to compel Their lamentations in such grievous tone?'' |
| 41537 | And as to the sweet world again thou''dst go, Tell me, why is that people so without Ruth for my race,[365] as all their statutes show?'' |
| 41537 | And he to me:''Why wander thus abroad, More than is wo nt, thy wits? |
| 41537 | And one who wanted both ears, which the frost Had bitten off, with face still downward thrown, Asked:''Why with us art thou so long engrossed? |
| 41537 | And one, on whose white wallet blazoned lay A pregnant sow[507] in azure, to me said:''What dost thou in this pit? |
| 41537 | And wherefore not found in thy company?'' |
| 41537 | And, to the Sea of Knowledge turned, I said:''What meaneth this? |
| 41537 | Art so soon wearied of the wealthy place, For which thou didst not fear to take with guile, Then ruin the fair Lady? |
| 41537 | Beneath his tomb when I had ta''en my stand 40 Regarding me a moment,''Of what house Art thou?'' |
| 41537 | Breathes he not then the air? |
| 41537 | But say, what tempted thee to come thus low, Even to this centre, from the region vast,[194] Whither again thou art on fire to go?" |
| 41537 | But tell me, at the season of sweet sighs What sign made love, and what the means he chose To strip your dubious longings of disguise?'' |
| 41537 | But thou, why going back to such annoy? |
| 41537 | But was it so named in Dante''s time? |
| 41537 | But who are ye, whose suffering supreme Makes tears, as I behold, to flood the cheek; And what your mode of pain that thus doth gleam?'' |
| 41537 | But who art thou that peerest from the height, It may be putting off to reach the pain Which shall the crimes confessed by thee requite?'' |
| 41537 | Butting''gainst fate, what can ye hope to win? |
| 41537 | Can I not, wherever I may be, behold the sun and stars? |
| 41537 | Could any, even in words unclogged by rhyme Recount the wounds that now I saw,[715] and blood, Although he aimed at it time after time? |
| 41537 | Dost thou not hear him weeping pitiably, Nor mark the death now threatening him upon A flood[200] than which less awful is the sea?'' |
| 41537 | Doth not a spark of pity in thee burn? |
| 41537 | Down to this bottom[333] of the dismal shell Comes ever any from the First Degree,[334] Where all their pain is, stripped of hope to dwell? |
| 41537 | For thy bad life doth blame to me pertain?'' |
| 41537 | Had their rations been already reduced? |
| 41537 | He coming said:''What will this[587] help him here?'' |
| 41537 | He moved, and as we onward went again Demanded of me:''Wherefore thus amazed?'' |
| 41537 | Help me this to know; Great hunger for the news hath seizèd me; Delights them Heaven, or tortures Hell below?'' |
| 41537 | Her husband was still living in 1300.--May not the words of this line be spoken by Paolo? |
| 41537 | Here piety revives as pity dies; For who more irreligious is than he In whom God''s judgments to regret give rise? |
| 41537 | Holds it one just man? |
| 41537 | How did the case stand? |
| 41537 | How hold we him in sight Set upside down? |
| 41537 | How, for example, came the nobles to be allowed to retain the command of the vast resources of the_ Parte Guelfa_? |
| 41537 | How, in the face of such foes, is he to find the peace and liberty of soul of which he is in search? |
| 41537 | I did not weep, for I to stone was dazed: They wept, and darling Anselm me besought: 50"What ails thee, father? |
| 41537 | I said:''O Master, tell me who are those Buried within the tombs, of whom the sighs Come to our ears thus eloquent of woes?'' |
| 41537 | I then:''But, Master, where doth Lethe lie, 130 And Phlegethon? |
| 41537 | If former caution thou dost not forget, 130 Dost thou not mark how each his teeth doth grind, The while toward us their brows are full of threat?'' |
| 41537 | If they are of the dead, how could they gain To walk uncovered by the heavy cloak?'' |
| 41537 | In very sooth I wept, leaning upon A boss of the hard cliff, till on this wise My Escort asked:''Of the other fools[557] art one? |
| 41537 | Is not meditation upon the sweetness of truth as free to me in one place as another? |
| 41537 | Is this the desert of an innocence known to all, and of laborious study which for long has kept him asweat?... |
| 41537 | Is''t not enough thy teeth go chattering there, But thou must bark? |
| 41537 | Lowering their grapplers,''mong themselves they cried:''Shall I now tickle him upon the thigh?'' |
| 41537 | Marking the wanness on his cheek prevail, I asked,''How can I, seeing thou hast dread, My wonted comforter when doubts assail?'' |
| 41537 | My Guide delayed, and I to him spake out, While he continued uttering curses shrill:''Say, what art thou, at others thus to shout?'' |
| 41537 | My Leader asked:''Declare now if below The pitch''mong all the guilty there lies here A Latian? |
| 41537 | Now gold and silver are your god alone: What difference''twixt the idolater and you, Save that ye pray a hundred for his one? |
| 41537 | One is already here, unless they lie-- Mad souls with power to wander through the crowd-- What boots it me, whose limbs diseases tie? |
| 41537 | Or was it not so called only when the_ Comedy_ had begun to awaken a natural interest in the old coiner, which local ingenuity did its best to meet? |
| 41537 | So low As where we are is any vapour[848] known?'' |
| 41537 | The hill delectable why fear to mount, The origin and ground of every joy?'' |
| 41537 | The people who within the tombs are laid, May they be seen? |
| 41537 | The pleasant light no longer smites his eyes?'' |
| 41537 | The spirit''s feet then twisted violently, And, sighing in a voice of deep distress, He asked:''What then requirest thou of me? |
| 41537 | The sun, how had it skill In so short while to pass to morn from night? |
| 41537 | Then called another:''Bocca, what now ails? |
| 41537 | Then cried he, and at once upright did rise,''How saidst thou-- was? |
| 41537 | These I knew:''Consider well my grievous penalty, 130 Thou who, though still alive, art visiting The people dead; what pain with this can vie? |
| 41537 | They crashed together, and then each turned back Upon the way he came, while shouts arise,''Why clutch it so?'' |
| 41537 | Were these all clerks[298] who go Before us on the left, with shaven crown?'' |
| 41537 | What devil thee assails?'' |
| 41537 | When I had heard these troubled souls, my brow I downward bent, and long while musing stayed, 110 Until the Poet asked:''What thinkest thou?'' |
| 41537 | When dark with blood it had begun to turn, It cried a second time:''Why wound me thus? |
| 41537 | When we had reached the fourth day, Gaddo, spread Out at my feet, fell prone; and made demand:"Why, O my father, offering us no aid?" |
| 41537 | Where lies the ice? |
| 41537 | Wherefore thus amazed?" |
| 41537 | Who are these honoured in such high degree, And in their lot distinguished from the rest?'' |
| 41537 | Who will sanction give? |
| 41537 | Why cherish in thy heart a craven fear? |
| 41537 | Why kick against that will which never broke Short of its end, if ever it begin, And often for you fiercer torments woke? |
| 41537 | Why should Rome, the true centre of Christendom, be left deserted and despised? |
| 41537 | Why should they, he asked, resign this great office into Gascon hands? |
| 41537 | Why still thy vision fastening on the crew Of dismal shades dismembered there below? |
| 41537 | Why thus a laggard be? |
| 41537 | [ 26] And when Farinata, the great Ghibeline, and haughtiest of all the Florentines of the past generation, asks him,''Who were thine ancestors?'' |
| 41537 | [ 290] Wherefore I said:''Master, shall torments grow After the awful sentence hath been heard, Or lesser prove and not so fiercely glow?'' |
| 41537 | [ 356]_ As well as, etc._: The question is:''May they be seen?'' |
| 41537 | [ 44] But how is he to pursue his devotion to her, and make use of his new privilege of freer intercourse, when the very sight of her so unmans him? |
| 41537 | [ 460] and is this your place?'' |
| 41537 | [ 52] And why should not his wife be included among the things dearest to him which, he tells us, he had to leave behind him on his banishment? |
| 41537 | [ 557]_ Of the other fools_: Dante, weeping like the sinners in the Bolgia, is asked by Virgil:''What, art thou then one of them?'' |
| 41537 | [ 558] Wherefore thus withdraw From battle?" |
| 41537 | [ 587]_ What will this, etc._: As if he said: What good will this delay do him in the long- run? |
| 41537 | [ 848]_ Is any vapour_: Has the sun, so low down as this, any influence upon the temperature, producing vapours and wind? |
| 41537 | and what reply would yield That other light, and who have it displayed?'' |
| 41537 | and''Why to hold it slack?'' |
| 41537 | cruel if thou canst from pity keep 40 At the bare thought of what my heart foreknew; And if thou weep''st not, what could make thee weep? |
| 41537 | or how engrossed Is now thy mind, and on what things bestowed? |
| 41537 | said I to him,''art thou dead as well?'' |
| 41537 | snarled and made lament,''Unless thou com''st to heap the vengeance high 80 For Montaperti,[816] why so virulent''Gainst me?'' |
| 41537 | then he cried,''Art thou arrived already, Boniface? |
| 615 | Am I too weak,( he cried,)"without your aid, To answer him that dares my deeds upbraid?" |
| 615 | Are you not those that erst with me did stand''Gainst Agolant in Aspramont? 615 By what amends can I of such a shame( The blushing warrior said) the stain eraze? |
| 615 | How can a fool such mighty prowess show? |
| 615 | How can it be,( each to his fellow cried)"That one so weak could master one so strong?" |
| 615 | If with this lance alone thy foes are laid On earth, why should I band with other knight? |
| 615 | What is this labour? |
| 615 | What will he be-- they seem to say among Themselves--"when he is ripened into man? |
| 615 | Where,''mid the paynims,might to me be said,"Is knight whose sword can cleave or lance can gore?" |
| 615 | Why sank I not in ocean,( was her cry,) When first I reared my sail upon the main? |
| 615 | Why should I fear, that on my horn depend For certain succour? |
| 615 | ( He cried)` your better sense has dispossessed? |
| 615 | ( said he)"Why rather would you steal my ring away Than have it as a welcome gift from me? |
| 615 | -- Alone, betrayed-- Who will console me, who afford me aid? |
| 615 | -- How is it possible that what can fall To one alone, should be the lot of all? |
| 615 | -- The king Had not perchance gainsaid my better right-- Of if he had gainsaid my reasoning, Who would have taken thee in my despite? |
| 615 | -- Where, cruel, dost thou fly so swiftly? |
| 615 | -- Who could believe? |
| 615 | -- Who faithfully could verse such courtesy, As Charlemagne vouchsafed to every wight? |
| 615 | -- Who is there, that has power to tell aright The gentle Isabella''s doleful mood? |
| 615 | -- Who would have kept the fair Like me, that would for her to death have gone? |
| 615 | -- and such are commonest in war-- That none the knight''s return for ever bar? |
| 615 | -- of the two Young sons of Olivier, that lately wrought Such deeds in honour of their lineage? |
| 615 | --"Perfidious, was it not enough( she said) That I should know thy perfidy from fame, But must the witness of thy guilt be made? |
| 615 | --"Who deals such mighty blows?" |
| 615 | --"Who then would be most fool?" |
| 615 | --"Who tramples thus on other''s fame?" |
| 615 | --"Ye coward trains, Whither in heartless panic would ye fly? |
| 615 | --( she cried)--"Shall I be fain To follow one, that strives to hide and fly? |
| 615 | Already are Albracca''s fights forgot, And that dread night I singly stood for thee? |
| 615 | And can I then my very life forego? |
| 615 | And can it be that I such treasure slight? |
| 615 | And could thy father force thee him to take, Though joined thy brethren with thy sire should be? |
| 615 | And do his vengers, as their meed obtain, That I, descended of his stock, should be The martyr of the mortal cruelty?" |
| 615 | And has she not in sooth offended more Than Italy? |
| 615 | And if in very sooth it is the same, How has the maid so soon forgot my name?" |
| 615 | And me shall now this young Rogero scare, When Hector''s sword and Hector''s arms I wear? |
| 615 | And sternly cries,"Is this the fruit at last Which pays my tedious pain and labour past? |
| 615 | And thinkest thou the evil to repair With her whom thou hast given to me this day? |
| 615 | And this the woman of ungrateful mood, Who aids the wicked and betrays the good?" |
| 615 | And what, since he was naked, could he do, Bound, while his eyes were yet by slumber glued? |
| 615 | And who it was had issued the behest To drown their mother in the stormy main? |
| 615 | Are you alive, and lives King Agramant? |
| 615 | Art thou, indeed, to ravening wolf a prize, Without thy faithful Roland''s succour found? |
| 615 | As they king Phineus from those fowls released, And England''s peer restored the Nubian''s feast?" |
| 615 | At length, with modest brow, and eyes down cast, Replied( like one that was all modesty),"And is this wrought for me? |
| 615 | But not the less for that, to me reply, What art thou, who, in rugged case confined, Dost live and speak? |
| 615 | But why move I my pen with greater pain Than these men move their arms? |
| 615 | But, saving I undress, who shall pretend To say I am or am not such as she? |
| 615 | By Turkish Moslemite Impure, why is Byzantium, with the best And fairest portion of the world, possest? |
| 615 | By what Scythian rite To slay the helpless prisoner is it taught, Who yields his arms, nor fends himself in fight? |
| 615 | CLXIII"Is this, O Brandimart, is this the reign, Whose honoured sceptre thou wast now to take? |
| 615 | Cried Aymon''s daughter, no less proud of heart,"What art thou doing? |
| 615 | Did you with him for contrast- sake combine, That so your valour might more brightly shine? |
| 615 | Doubtful he stands, but covets sore the prey; Eyes and surveys him, and says often,"Why Is not as well the courser''s master by?" |
| 615 | Esteem a man that has me in disdain? |
| 615 | Fair Bradamant of one that past beside Demanded who the stranger dame might be? |
| 615 | For what can wait me better than that he, My gaoler, should one day my death decree? |
| 615 | For, what proves folly more than on this shelf, Thus, for another, to destroy oneself? |
| 615 | From proof itself what better profit springs? |
| 615 | He here( who would believe the story?) |
| 615 | Hers shall I hold so cheaply, so to slight A mother''s will, my own to satisfy? |
| 615 | How can I e''er in future think of aught, Saving the worst that can by me be thought? |
| 615 | How didst thou him of horse and arms deprive?" |
| 615 | How then should good Astolpho, in his care To slay the thief, so many choose between? |
| 615 | I Injurious love, why still to mar accord Between desires has been thy favourite feat? |
| 615 | I What can not, when he has a heart possess''d This false and cruel traitor Love? |
| 615 | I What sweeter, gladder, state could be possest Than falls to the enamoured bosom''s share? |
| 615 | I Who will vouchsafe me voice that shall ascend As high as I would raise my noble theme? |
| 615 | II Above I told you how a gentle maid Orlando had discovered under ground, And asked, by whom she thither was conveyed? |
| 615 | III What shall I of fierce Attila, what say Of wicked Ezzeline, and hundreds more? |
| 615 | IV What shall of high and beauteous dames be said? |
| 615 | If I have given her to another lord, Why turn I not upon myself this sword?" |
| 615 | If held so lightly be a breach of vow-- Beneath what burden will thy heart be bent? |
| 615 | If in thy troubles still I bore a burden, Why am I not a partner of thy guerdon? |
| 615 | If new or ancient were his castle''s style,( Bradamant asks the courteous cavalier) By whom begun, and how it took its rise? |
| 615 | If one can singly slay ten men in fight, How many women can he not restrain? |
| 615 | If still with thee in tempest and affray, Ah wherefore not with thee in calm and ease? |
| 615 | If these you covet, why your course arrest?" |
| 615 | If thou hast read it not, nor hither flown, How canst thou but a prisoner be, or dead? |
| 615 | In doleful wise Dost thou, perchance, yet rove thy lonely round? |
| 615 | Knowst thou not, against gold of no avail Is stone, or steel to hardest temper wrought? |
| 615 | LII When that fair face by him of Tartary Is seen, which has no paragon in Spain, Where amid tears( in laughter what were she?) |
| 615 | LIII"But where leave I Gonsalvo Ferrant, who Is held in such esteem, the pride of Spain? |
| 615 | LIV"What shall I do? |
| 615 | LVII"Can it be true, my life, that to forsake Thy champion for this Greek should grieve not thee? |
| 615 | LXII"In what condition think you, sir, remained The wretched elder by his fears opprest? |
| 615 | LXIV"Say, what has she, thou makest thy fancy''s queen, More than what other courtezans possess? |
| 615 | LXV So saying, suddenly he passed from sight; With him his horse: this in Rinaldo bred Much wonderment; and the astonished knight,"Where is he?" |
| 615 | LXVI Who shall relate the anguish, the lament And outcry which against the welkin knock? |
| 615 | LXX What of Rogero''s favour can be said? |
| 615 | LXXIII Though he did well alive, what could be done With Mandricardo, after he was dead? |
| 615 | LXXIV"Might I not have excused myself? |
| 615 | LXXV If verily most Christian you would be,-- I speak to you, that catholic are hight-- Why slain by you Christ''s people do I see? |
| 615 | LXXVI Thou Spain, hast thou not fruitful Afric nigh? |
| 615 | LXXVI--"And who?" |
| 615 | LXXVII She cried,"And is not this Rogero, who Aye present to my heart, is now to sight? |
| 615 | LXXVII"My hope, where are thou, where? |
| 615 | LXXXV How can the Saracen conclude the fray With honour, which he haughtily had sought? |
| 615 | Love, by what miracle does thou contrive, It wastes not in the fire thou keep''st alive? |
| 615 | Nor sooner she a foe to Love be made, Than she no longer say, what once she said?" |
| 615 | Of men, of how many we hear, that sold Their patrons and their friends for sordid gold? |
| 615 | One that his lofty virtues holds so high,''Twere need some heaven- born goddess should descend From realms above, his stubborn heart to bend? |
| 615 | Or choose but one from such a company? |
| 615 | Or reckon every head Marphisa left Divided by her horrid sword, or cleft? |
| 615 | Pray him that never hears my suppliant cry? |
| 615 | Rogero, that above Myself hast evermore been prized by me, Who would have thought thou more than me could''st love Any, and most thy mortal enemy? |
| 615 | Say is my brother slaughtered or alive? |
| 615 | Say, if the buckler one of these requite,-- Better than by a woman ye have done, Will ye by those redoubted warriors do? |
| 615 | Shall I Return to Flanders where I sold the rest, Though little, upon which I lived, to buy Thee needful succour and from prison bear? |
| 615 | So far removed, for what would that have done? |
| 615 | So of my every good at once forlorn? |
| 615 | Suffer who hates me o''er my heart to reign? |
| 615 | That in dominion yield to God alone? |
| 615 | That night when I, though naked, was thy shield Against King Agrican and all his field?" |
| 615 | The Greek laments and sobs, and partly feigns:`-- Wilt thou( he answered her) thus let me die? |
| 615 | The praise of spotless truth to thee allow, To which all other virtues yield and bow? |
| 615 | The vision cries:"Why vex yourself, and deem Things real which are hollow and untrue? |
| 615 | Then die, cut off in manhood''s early flower, Beneath the banners of the Papal power? |
| 615 | Then shall it in my Roland''s presence be Ravished by this foul robber? |
| 615 | Then since for me nor fruit nor blossom hangs, Why should I longer pine in hopeless pangs? |
| 615 | This troop, by whom my master''s blood was shed, Medoro, ought not I to sacrifice? |
| 615 | To him Ferrau:"For that which breeds no dread In me, why should''st thou take such sovereign care? |
| 615 | To them exclaimed the woman:"Why in vain Waste you so many words, where fruit is none? |
| 615 | VII"Hearest thou not? |
| 615 | Was it a crime he for his country fought? |
| 615 | What a ceaseless smart Will scorn inflict, what shame will him appay, If he against his sovereign lord take part? |
| 615 | What ails ye, wretched eyes, that closed ye show Unreal good, and open but on woe? |
| 615 | What can be done? |
| 615 | What fabric upon earth with this can vie? |
| 615 | What happier mode of life, what lot more blest, Than evermore the chains of love to wear? |
| 615 | What here remains to me To do? |
| 615 | What meed, which worthiest of the strife might be, If this be stolen, the victor shall abide?" |
| 615 | What more( she said) can I bestow on thee Than, what thou seekest not, this life accurst? |
| 615 | What of caresses, many, true, and kind, From Agramant? |
| 615 | What of the fruitful stepchild shall I say, Who in succession next to her I see, Lucretia Borgia? |
| 615 | What of thy consort will become? |
| 615 | What profits it that, whether false or true, I am deemed beauteous, and am young withal? |
| 615 | What shall I do, endure such injury? |
| 615 | What so ill, as to affy Myself to husband, reckless of her will, Which''tis my duty ever to fulfil? |
| 615 | What then shall I resolve? |
| 615 | What treatment will thine adversary know, If one who loves like me thou so torment? |
| 615 | What wonder was it then that suddenly A woman''s feeble sense opprest should be? |
| 615 | What wreck, what ruin then must have ensued, From this when wielded by such warrior''s hand? |
| 615 | What''s left to me,"he said,"arrived too late, While one more favoured bears away the fruit? |
| 615 | When on the plain The damsel saw the motley troop arrayed, She asked Orlando what might be the train? |
| 615 | When with our six twice six their weapons cross, What else can we expect but shame and loss? |
| 615 | Wherefore are they despoiled of their right? |
| 615 | Wherein have I Ever offended, save in loving thee? |
| 615 | Which of them now the tidings of such woe To the unhappy Flordelice shall show? |
| 615 | Who could each several warrior''s name declare, Stretched on the champaign by that golden spear? |
| 615 | Who shall persuade the damsel but that love For young Rogero brings her to that grove? |
| 615 | Who will afford befitting words, and lend Wings to my verse, to soar the pitch I scheme? |
| 615 | Whom e''er shall I agnize or view aright? |
| 615 | Why does it please thee so, perfidious lord, Two hearts should with a different measure beat? |
| 615 | Why fence and guard myself, lest bearing high, Wise words, and beauty rare should pleasure me? |
| 615 | Why not have armed, and rather let them wring My heart out of my breast? |
| 615 | Why seek you not Jerusalem to free From renegades? |
| 615 | Why should I other''s judgment deem more true Than the belief that''s warranted by sight? |
| 615 | Why thus the good possessed remember still, Amid the cruel penance I endure? |
| 615 | Why was not in the cave thy wish made known, Where I their shadows might as well have shown? |
| 615 | Will none his loss contemplate? |
| 615 | With thee to Dommogire, thy fair domain, Thus went I; me thus welcome dost thou make? |
| 615 | Would''st thou conclude thy life with such foul shame? |
| 615 | Wretch, whither shall I go? |
| 615 | X She, after suiting with much suavity The action to the word, sore weeping, cried:"Dear lord, is this the guerdon due to me, For love and worship? |
| 615 | X"Wherefore ten years ago wast thou not known, So that I counselled might have been of thee? |
| 615 | XCII But of Marphisa what will be your thought, And Guido late so furious? |
| 615 | XCVIII"How can it be, Rogero, thou alone Hast read not what by all the world is read? |
| 615 | XL"Cruel, what sin can trouble thee, if thou Do''st not her murder who loved thee repent? |
| 615 | XL"Fortune what more remains, that thou on me Shouldst not now satiate thy revengeful thirst? |
| 615 | XLII"What other good is left to woman, who Has lost her honour, in this earthly ball? |
| 615 | XLII"Wherefore, O brutish man, for your misdeed Should penance by the innocent be done? |
| 615 | XLIV And to the maid, whose troubled face apears Bathed with a briny flood,"Why wait we? |
| 615 | XLV"Were it not better to the field to go, Where aye thy breath with glory may be spent? |
| 615 | XLVII"And wherefore take we not the way most near?" |
| 615 | XV"Why should I now in contest with the foe Less strength in you behold than them? |
| 615 | XVII"What time the damsel ripe for husband shows, So that the fruit may now be gathered, I( Did chance or my misfortune so dispose?) |
| 615 | XVIII"Can it be true?" |
| 615 | XXVI How, foul and pestilent discovery, Didst thou find place within the human heart? |
| 615 | XXXII"Shall then another kiss those lips so bright And sweet, if those fair lips are lost to me? |
| 615 | XXXIX"Knowest thou not, without it, worthless are All gentle bearing and all martial might? |
| 615 | Zerbino, deeming her a cavalier, Cried to the crone,"By whom am I subdued?" |
| 615 | ` What pains( she said) did ever wight torment, So cruel, but that mine more cruel were? |
| 615 | and have I merit Worthy the workings of prophetic spirit?" |
| 615 | and is this the pay You render for the service done?" |
| 615 | and wherefore do I thee View on the courser of my brother dear? |
| 615 | and why is not the champion near, To save the illustrious blood of Stordilane, Ere the thief bears her farther hence, from stain?" |
| 615 | and, what can I Save my irrational desire lament? |
| 615 | as I might have won you from my foe, Why did I not for you in arms contend? |
| 615 | her father then pursue, On whom for vengeance this grave outrage cries? |
| 615 | if I will not bear this injury Without revenge, against whom shall I turn? |
| 615 | is his exclaim,"Who has to poison changed my promised sweets?" |
| 615 | now plucked and waste? |
| 615 | say, whence hast thou brought Thy ways of warfare? |
| 615 | shall I will what she wills not, by right More sovereign mistress of my will than I? |
| 615 | she cries,"What thing is this I hear?" |
| 615 | since he Can banish from Orlando''s faithful breast Such tried allegiance and due loyalty? |
| 615 | such grievous wrong shall I Endure, or, rather than endure it, die? |
| 615 | that I should abide Alone one live long year, deprived of thee,-- A second near-- and, yet upon thy side No grief? |
| 615 | that ever mine approach ye shun?" |
| 615 | the guests are here, for whom we stayed?" |
| 615 | to pass all by? |
| 615 | what blemish is so foul to sight In damsel? |
| 615 | what more is left me but to die? |
| 615 | what more is left me but to eye Her prison on that cliff''s aerial crest? |
| 615 | what remains To you,-- what place of refuge, say, is left, If this from you so shamefully be reft? |
| 615 | wherefore fear I, since a lot so blest, Is lost, to lose as well the worthless rest?" |
| 615 | wherefore what I seemed to see and hear, Can not I, waking, see and hear again? |
| 615 | wherefore, Brandimart, did I let thee Without me wend on such a dire emprize? |
| 615 | which he bade her have and hold: Thereto he added,` Thinkest thou by ought A dog so fair and useful can be bought? |
| 615 | who believed thy sway Was of such passing power in things below? |
| 615 | who evermore So from one topic to the other stray? |
| 615 | why Call I her mine, since she is mine no more? |
| 615 | why blame myself? |
| 615 | why opens not thy hollow And central womb, O earth, the wretch to swallow? |
| 615 | why should I conceal( in fine she cried) The fault committed while you were away? |
| 615 | why two together are not we At rising? |
| 615 | wither sent art thou?" |
| 615 | without the hope of cure? |
| 392 | And what art thou? |
| 392 | And who,quoth Eustace, angry,"dares deny My fellowship?" |
| 392 | But,quoth Ubaldo,"dame, I pray thee teach Of that hid world, what be the laws and speech?" |
| 392 | Rambald,quoth she,"why should you grudge or plain, If I a champion, you an helper gain? |
| 392 | Who,quoth the other,"choseth thee to prove This high exploit of hers?" |
| 392 | Against his wrath who dares himself oppose? |
| 392 | All other breasts to you are marble stone, Dare you then pierce a woman''s bosom thin? |
| 392 | Am I so honored? |
| 392 | And do I love him still, and on this sand Still unrevenged, still mourn, still weeping stand? |
| 392 | And wilt thou idly here attend the morn?" |
| 392 | Argantes gan with boasting words to call,"Who cometh next? |
| 392 | Behold him here that all your host defies: Why comes not Tancred, whose great hardiment, With you is prized so dear? |
| 392 | But of the sacked town the image true Who can describe, or paint the woful state, Or with fit words this spectacle express Who can? |
| 392 | But say, what messengers shall for him go? |
| 392 | By wounding Christians, will you again Pierce Christ, whose parts they are and members good? |
| 392 | CIV Which heard, Raymondo thus bespake this crew,"The town is won, my friends, and doth it yet Resist? |
| 392 | CXIV He said,"O Vafrine, tell me, whence com''st thou? |
| 392 | CXXIV Alas, among so many, could not one, Not one draw blood, one wound or rend his skin? |
| 392 | Can it naught do? |
| 392 | Canst thou that kingdom lately lost of thine Recover thus, or thus redress thy harm? |
| 392 | Com''st thou to comfort me for sorrows past? |
| 392 | Com''st thou to save my life? |
| 392 | Could he not stay? |
| 392 | Dare flocks of crows, a flight of eagles meet? |
| 392 | Dares none come forth? |
| 392 | Did not this fatal war affront thy coast? |
| 392 | For if he need, what grace could then be got, If thus of peace he broke or loosed the knot? |
| 392 | From you how sweet methinketh blows the air, How comforts it my heart, my soul, my thought? |
| 392 | Gainst death and danger who dares battle make, With so bold face, so fearless heart as he? |
| 392 | Given me but late, too late, in sign of peace, How haps it now thou canst not stir nor move? |
| 392 | Hast thou forgot her in so short a while? |
| 392 | His shamefacedness to Godfrey plain bewrays His flight, so does his sighs and sadness deep: Whereat amazed,"What chance is this?" |
| 392 | How fresh? |
| 392 | How gay? |
| 392 | How sore their combat was? |
| 392 | How these he scorns, threats those, lays them on ground? |
| 392 | If I retire, who shall cut down this spring? |
| 392 | Is it so great a bliss to be a king, When he that wears the crown with blood is stained And buys his sceptre with his people''s lives? |
| 392 | Is maidenhood so great a load to bear? |
| 392 | Is not in me sufficient courage found, To bear the anger of this tyrant wild? |
| 392 | Is this the fire alike should burn our hearts? |
| 392 | Is this the hoped- for day, Should join me to this long- desired dame? |
| 392 | L"But what avail high walls or bulwarks strong, Where fainting cowards have the piece to guard? |
| 392 | LI The tower above, the ram beneath doth thunder, What lime and stone such puissance could abide? |
| 392 | LIX Why joy''st thou, wretch? |
| 392 | LVII Lord Guelpho answered thus:"What heart can bear Such slanders false, devised by hate and spite? |
| 392 | LVII"What shall I say, or how renew my speech? |
| 392 | LXI What should he do? |
| 392 | LXI"Godfrey hath murdered me by treason vile, What favor then hope you my trusty friends? |
| 392 | LXIV"The Lord hath sworn to break the iron bands The brazen gates of Sion''s fort which close, Who is it that his sacred will withstands? |
| 392 | LXIX"What shall we do? |
| 392 | LXV"Alas, with what device, what strength, thinks he To scale these walls, or this strong fort to get? |
| 392 | LXVI"And is he then unpierceable,"quoth she,"That neither force nor foe he needs regard? |
| 392 | LXVI"True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord, Ere prime thou hast the imposed day- work done, What armies conquered, perished with thy sword? |
| 392 | LXVII"But what new form is left, device or art, By which, to which exchanged, I might find grace? |
| 392 | LXXI"Where none attends, what boots it to complain? |
| 392 | LXXII To Tisipherne the damsel turning right,"And what say you, my noble lord?" |
| 392 | LXXII"Or deem''st thou it a praise of little prize, The glorious title of a virgin''s name? |
| 392 | LXXIV"Go then, go, whither sweet desire inviteth, How can thy gentle knight so cruel be? |
| 392 | LXXVIII"But where, alas, where be those relics sweet, Wherein dwelt late all love, all joy, all good? |
| 392 | LXXXI Thither he galloped fast, and drawing near Rambaldo knew the knight, and loudly cried,"Whence comes young Eustace, and what seeks he here?" |
| 392 | LXXXII"Love hath Eustatio chosen, Fortune thee, In thy conceit which is the best election?" |
| 392 | LXXXIV"If me you love, why wish you me deprived In so great need of such a puissant knight? |
| 392 | LXXXV The Pagan cast a scornful smile and said,"But where is Tancred, is he still in bed? |
| 392 | LXXXVIII"I know the men that have the gate to ward, If she command dare not her will deny, In what sort else could I beguile the guard? |
| 392 | Let fame your praises sound through nations all, And fill the world therewith to either end, Take half my wealth and kingdom for your meed? |
| 392 | My heart dares much, it soars with Cupid''s wings, Why use I not for once these armors bright? |
| 392 | O Hymen, say, what fury doth thee move To lend thy lamps to light a tragedy? |
| 392 | O gracious Muse, What kindling motions in their breasts do fry? |
| 392 | Of Godfrey''s falsehood who can witness bear? |
| 392 | Of thy fair cheek where is the purple red, And forehead''s whiteness? |
| 392 | Oh then, what marble pillar shall uphold The falling trophies of your conquest fair? |
| 392 | Oh whither doth thy rage thee chase? |
| 392 | Oh, what shall be thy gain? |
| 392 | Oh, when the Christian lord this town espies How merry were their hearts? |
| 392 | Oh, whither do you fly? |
| 392 | Or comest thou to work me grief and harm? |
| 392 | Or else, ere we expect, what if they came? |
| 392 | Or hath fond love thy heart so over- gone? |
| 392 | Or in the torments of your endless ill, Are you still fierce, still proud, rebellious still? |
| 392 | Or is thy shield, with blood and dust defiled, A dearer armful than thy tender child?" |
| 392 | Or on them do you trust To spend their blood, that could scarce spare their dust? |
| 392 | Or with stayed patience, reproaches hear, And not revenge by battle or by fight? |
| 392 | Shall I entreat, or else command the man? |
| 392 | Shall we no share in this high conquest get?" |
| 392 | She asked an aged man, seemed grave and good,"Come say me, sir,"quoth she,"what hard constraint Would murder here love''s queen and beauty''s king? |
| 392 | Silence was made awhile, when Godfrey thus,--"Raymondo, say, what counsel givest thou us?" |
| 392 | Tancred, whereon think''st thou? |
| 392 | The Norway Prince hath bought his folly dear, But who with words could stay the angry knight? |
| 392 | The names and countries of the people slain Who tells? |
| 392 | Think''st thou this hour must end thy life untrue? |
| 392 | Thou canst not sweeten yet my grief and care: LXXXII"O fair right hand, the pledge of faith and love? |
| 392 | To ease my widow nights and careful days? |
| 392 | To him that feared,"Look up, ours is the day,"He says,"Vile fear to bold hearts never sank, How dareth one against an hundred fight? |
| 392 | To swallow them why cleaves not earth asunder? |
| 392 | Trust you the monarch of the Greekish land? |
| 392 | What can he do, though wise, though sage, though bold, In that confusion, trouble, thrust and throng? |
| 392 | What cities sacked? |
| 392 | What did he then? |
| 392 | What fault or fare doth to this death them bring?" |
| 392 | What gain? |
| 392 | What if some other knight perform the thing? |
| 392 | What makes thee deaf? |
| 392 | What mist, what cloud thus overshadeth thee? |
| 392 | What noise of arms? |
| 392 | What seek''st thou? |
| 392 | What shall their speeches, what their errand be? |
| 392 | What sleight her wrath can shun? |
| 392 | What strength resist? |
| 392 | What strength to heave the goddess from her seat? |
| 392 | What trophy for this conquest is''t thou rears? |
| 392 | What wrath, what anger in his face appear, On this proud youngling while he bends his eyes, Marking how high he doth his feathers rear? |
| 392 | Whence comes thy store? |
| 392 | Whence hath he engines new? |
| 392 | Where are thine eyes''clear beams and sparkles sheen? |
| 392 | Where is your late obedience? |
| 392 | Who dare or will these accusations prove? |
| 392 | Who knows not how the Italian chivalry Proud Godfrey and false Baldwin both envy LXVIII"What need we further proof? |
| 392 | Who scorneth gold because it lies in dust? |
| 392 | Who sees not that, although he wanted eyes? |
| 392 | Whom leave we here of prowess if you go?" |
| 392 | Why be his arms to ease and peace resigned? |
| 392 | Why be you half disarmed? |
| 392 | Why frees he not Jerusalem distrest? |
| 392 | Why nilt thou speak?--why not thy face disarm? |
| 392 | Why run you not, there for your sins to weep Or to what greater need these forces keep?" |
| 392 | Why strive you fires to quench, sweet Cupid''s flame? |
| 392 | Why take I not again my virgin''s weed, And spend my days in secret cell unknow?" |
| 392 | Why tarry you so long? |
| 392 | Will they, who erst denied you passage free, Passage to all men free, by use and kind, Fight for your sake? |
| 392 | Will you destroy us for your glory vain, Unstayed as rolling waves in ocean flood? |
| 392 | Wouldst thou not live, nor let me die alone?" |
| 392 | X"Are sheep- cotes burnt, or preys of sheep or kine, The cause why Solyman these bands did arm? |
| 392 | XCIX But thither fierce Rinaldo threatening went, And at his sight fled all the Soldan''s train,"What shall I do? |
| 392 | XCV For who can govern cowardice or fear? |
| 392 | XCVI"But who can hide desire, or love suppress? |
| 392 | XCVII What should he do? |
| 392 | XII To whom the Lord thus spake:"Godfredo find, And in my name ask him, why doth he rest? |
| 392 | XII"But why recount I thus our passed harms? |
| 392 | XII"To spill the wine with poison mixed with spares? |
| 392 | XIX What, shall Rinaldo match thee? |
| 392 | XLI"Where is your virtue, where your wisdom grave, And courage stout?" |
| 392 | XLIV"But what if that appointed day they miss? |
| 392 | XLIX"What would you more? |
| 392 | XLVI"Tell me what will you do? |
| 392 | XLVII The duke his men fast flying did espy, And thither ran, and thus, displeased, spake,"What fear is this? |
| 392 | XLVIII"Despised bondslave, since my lord doth hate These locks, why keep I them or hold them dear? |
| 392 | XV But what availed her resolution chaste, Whose soberest looks were whetstones to desire? |
| 392 | XVIII"Say, who is he shows so great worthiness, That rides so rank, and bends his lance so fell?" |
| 392 | XXI And furnished to us when he the man beheld, By his attire his secret thought he guessed,"Where is,"quoth he,"your sure and trusty shield? |
| 392 | XXI If when this breath from man''s frail body flies The soul take keep, or know the things done here, Oh, how looks Dudon from the glorious skies? |
| 392 | XXII Her looks with fire, her eyes with lightning blaze, Sweet was her wrath, what then would be her smile? |
| 392 | XXII"Alas, do you that idle prise expect, To set first foot this conquered wall above? |
| 392 | XXIII"And if not he, who else dares undertake Of this enchanted wood to cut one tree? |
| 392 | XXVIII Oh what strange monsters on the battlement In loathsome forms stood to defend the place? |
| 392 | XXVIII The challenger, that yet saw none appear That made or sign or show he came to just,"How long,"cried he,"shall I attend you here? |
| 392 | XXX Sophronia raised her modest looks from ground, And on her lover bent her eyesight mild,"Tell me, what fury? |
| 392 | XXXII But who was first of all the Christian train, That gave the onset first, first won renown? |
| 392 | XXXII"Com''st thou a friend or foe? |
| 392 | XXXIII"What letharge hath in drowsiness up- penned Thy courage thus? |
| 392 | XXXIV The knight stepped back and took a sudden pause, And to himself,"What help these arms?" |
| 392 | XXXV But if I fly, what will the Pagans say? |
| 392 | XXXVII At last,"Is this right hand,"quoth he,"so weak, That thou disdain''st gainst me to use thy might? |
| 392 | XXXVII Forward he galloped fast, and loudly cried:"Villain,"quoth he,"thy conquest is thy shame, What praise? |
| 392 | XXXVII"O worthy sovereign,"thus began to say The hardy young man to the tyrant wise,"What words be these? |
| 392 | XXXVIII She ran, nor of her honor took regard, Oh where be all her vaunts and triumphs now? |
| 392 | Your helm, your hauberk strong? |
| 392 | alas, what scorn, What torment for Armida poor abideth? |
| 392 | and do I breathe and see Of this accursed day the hateful light? |
| 392 | and to what place us brought? |
| 392 | are all gone, all dead? |
| 392 | are we kept out still by these few? |
| 392 | are you weary for a charge so short?" |
| 392 | can this tongue nothing speak That may provoke thine ire, thy wrath and spite?" |
| 392 | could not the traitor- lad From this last trance help or recall me out? |
| 392 | dare I still vaunt, or help invoke From this poor beauty, scorned and disdained?" |
| 392 | dares he tell Those idle names of his vain pedigree? |
| 392 | dares none his fortune trust?" |
| 392 | doth he not see, How wrathful Heaven gainst us his sword doth whet? |
| 392 | how fierce, how fell? |
| 392 | how shall I perform that fray? |
| 392 | leave on the naked sand This woful lady half alive, half dead? |
| 392 | leavest thou me alone?" |
| 392 | or tell the city''s great distress? |
| 392 | or these reproaches hear?" |
| 392 | or what den, What rock, what vault, what cave can do me good? |
| 392 | quoth he,"If in this fire, or monster''s gaping jaws I headlong cast myself, what boots it me? |
| 392 | ride softly, take thy breath, What bringest thou?" |
| 392 | safety? |
| 392 | see you not, how he attempted hath To bring all lands, all nations to his faith? |
| 392 | shall these heathen of his armor won, In their vile temples hang up trophies gay? |
| 392 | shall we be governed still By this false hand, contaminate with blood? |
| 392 | shall we still here lie Till all his soldiers, all our armies die? |
| 392 | stand you so in fear? |
| 392 | the prince in scorn replies,"What sprite to vex poor passengers so bold, To break their sleep? |
| 392 | their wounds and deaths who can explain? |
| 392 | was ever truth so good? |
| 392 | what conceit unsound Presenteth here to death so sweet a child? |
| 392 | what counsel had''st thou in that ill?" |
| 392 | what dost thou gaze? |
| 392 | what fears do you dismay? |
| 392 | what guerdon shall befall the same? |
| 392 | what hath thy eyesight blent? |
| 392 | what honor shall this fact betide? |
| 392 | what kingdoms hast thou won? |
| 392 | what knights his courser fierce made die? |
| 392 | what sloth doth thee infect? |
| 392 | what threats be these I hear? |
| 392 | whence thy provision made? |
| 392 | where all the rest? |
| 392 | where is thy mirth and smiling cheer? |
| 392 | where your love? |
| 392 | who dares these tumults move? |
| 392 | who shall us certain yield? |
| 392 | why do these men of shame, Thus spoil your temples and blaspheme your name? |
| 392 | why should this Pharaoh vicious, Thus tyrannize upon thy Hebrews true? |
| 392 | why take you not this fort? |
| 392 | why to the field Approach you in these weak defences dressed? |
| 392 | why would you stain Your noble hands in our unguilty blood? |