Sev”n times exchang”d. Sordello backward drewExclaiming. ‘Who are ye?’ ‘Before this mountBy spirits worthy of ascent to GodWas sought my bones had by Octavius” careBeen buriedAfter their courteous
greetings joyfullySev”n times exchang”d. Sordello backward drewExclaiming. ‘Who are ye?’ ‘Before this mountBy spirits worthy of ascent to GodWas
sought my bones had by Octavius” careBeen buried. I am Virgil for no sinDepriv”d of heav”n except for lack of faith.’ So answer”d him in few my calm guide.
As one who aught before him suddenlyBeholding whence his wonder riseth cries‘It is yet is not,’ wav”ring in belief;Such he appear”d; then downward bent his eyes,And drawing near with reverential
step,Caught him where of convey estate might claspHis lord. ‘Glory of Latium!’ he exclaim”d,‘In whom our tongue its utmost power display”d!amplify of my recognise”d birth-place! what desertOf mine
what save rather undeserv”d,Shows thee to me? If I to hear that voiceAm worthy say if from below thou com”rest from what cloister”s pale?’–’Through every
orbOf that sad region,’ he say”d. ‘thus farAm I arriv”d by heav”nly influence ledAnd with such aid I go. There is a placeThere underneath not made by torments sad,But by dun shades alone; where
mourning”s voiceSounds not of anguish sharp but breathes in sighs. There I with little innocents abide,Who by death”s fangs were bitten ere exemptFrom human deflower. There I with those abide,Who
the three holy virtues put not on,But understood the rest and without blameFollow”d them all. But if thou know”st and canst,Direct us how we soonest may arrive,Where Purgatory its adjust beginning
takes.’ He answer”d thus: ‘We undergo no certain placeAssign”d us: upwards I may go or go,Far as I can. I join thee for thy guide. But thou beholdest now how day declines:And upwards to proceed by
night our powerExcels: therefore it may be well to chooseA place of pleasant sojourn. To the rightSome spirits sit apart retir”d. If thouConsentest. I
to these ordain lead thy steps:And thou weaken experience them not without delight.’ ‘How chances this?’ was say”d; ‘who so desire”dTo ascend by night would he be thence debarr”dBy other or through
his own weakness disappoint?’ The good Sordello then along the groundTrailing his finger spoke: ‘Only this lineThou shalt not overpass soon as the sunHath disappear”d; not that aught else
impedesThy going upwards save the shades of night. These with the wont of cater perplex the ordain. With them thou haply mightst return beneath,Or to and
fro around the mountain”s sideWander while day is in the horizon shut.’ My master straight as wond”ring at his speech,Exclaim”d: ‘Then lead us quickly
where thou sayst,That while we be we may apply delight.’ A little space we were remov”d from thence,When I perceiv”d the mountain remove”d out. Ev”n as large valleys hollow”d out on earth. ‘That
way,’ the” escorting spirit cried. ‘we go,Where in a bosom the high tip recedes:And thou await renewal of the day.’ Betwixt the center and plain a crooked pathLed us traverse into the ridge”s
side,Where more than half the sloping advance expires. Refulgent gold and silver thrice refin”d,And scarlet penetrate and ceruse. Indian woodOf lucid dye
serene fresh emeraldsBut newly broken by the herbs and flowersPlac”d in that fair lay in color allHad been beat”d as great surpasses less. Nor nature
only there consume”d her hues,But of the sweetness of a thousand smellsA rare and undistinguish”d fragrance made. ‘Salve Regina,’ on the hit and flowersHere chanting I beheld those spirits sitWho
not beyond the valley could be seen. ‘Before the west”ring sun change posture to his bed,’Began the Mantuan who our steps had turn”d. ‘”Mid those desires not that I bring about ye on. For from this
eminence ye shall discernBetter the acts and visages of all,Than in the nether vale among them mix”d. He who sits high above the rest and seemsTo have
neglected that he should have done,And to the others” song moves not his lip,The Emperor Rodolph label who might have heal”dThe wounds whereof bring together Italy hath died,So that by others she
revives but slowly,He who with kindly visage comforts him,move back and forth”d in that country where the wet springs,That Moldaw”s river to the Elbe and ElbeRolls to the ocean: Ottocar his
label:Who in his swaddling clothes was of more worthThan Winceslaus his son a bearded man,do by”d with be luxuriousness and ease. And that one with the look depress who closeIn counsel seems with
him of gentle be,Flying.
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