![]() ![]() It’s best if you, as I think and discern, willĪnd I will bring you through a place eternal, There where by envy she was first released. Through every city will he hunt the beast, Will breed with more, until the greyhound firstĪrrives, who painfully will have her killed.īetween felt and felt will be his nation’s birth.įor which the virgin Camilla is deceased,Īnd Euryalus, Turnus and Nisus died of wounds. She weds with many creatures, and she still That never will she glut her greedy will, “if you want to survive this savage place įor this beast, for which you’ve cried out in tears,īut so impedes him that it kills him here He answered when he saw me shedding tears, “There is another path that you must take,” The beautiful style that has brought me honor.įor she has made my veins and pulses quake.” Your favor, which have made me search your book. May the long study and the great love garner I answered him with shame upon my brow, then. Who spills out speech in such a fluent brook?” “Then are you that same Virgil and that fountain Which is the start and cause of every joy?” Such trouble? why not climb the lovely mountain Of Anchises’ righteous son, who came from Troy In the time when the false and lying gods were praised. I was born sub Julio, though it was late,Īnd lived in Rome under good Augustus’ reign “Have mercy on me,” I cried through the expanse,Īnd both my parents were Lombards, and they When I saw him in the great deserted waste, ![]() Who through the long silence seemed soft and faint. To drive me back to where the sun is mute. Who, moving towards me, little by little came So then that peaceless beast had made me too, Who weeps in all his thoughts and grieves with pain That I lost hope of getting to the height.Īnd the time comes that causes him to lose, With the fear that issued from her very sight, With every craving, looking lean and light,Īnd she’s made wretched lives for many others. So that the air itself appeared to quake.Īnd then a wolf, who seemed to be encumbered With his head high and with furious hunger, The hour of time and the sweet season are So that, despite the beast with the dappled coat, Had first moved those beautiful things afar That had been with it when the Love divine The beginning of the morning was the time,Īnd the sun was mounting upwards with those stars That most times I was turned and driven back. She did not leave before my face, but had Then took the way along the desert slope,Īnd behold, just where the hill begins to slope, Turns to the dangerous waters he has left, While I’d passed with such pity through the night. Though the lake within my heart endured the dread My fear was calmed a little at the sight, That yet leads others straight on every road. I looked on high, and saw its shoulders clothed I was so full of sleep at that point stillīut where that valley ended which had filled The other things I witnessed there before. Simon Harris in terza rima)įor I had lost the pathway straight and right.Īh how hard it is to describe, this forestīut to discuss the good I found, I’ll say (Poem by Dante Alighieri / translation by J. ![]()
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