The Divine Comedy. Dante Alighieri

XXVI

       CANTO XXVII

       CANTO XXVIII

       CANTO XXIX

       CANTO XXX

       CANTO XXXI

       CANTO XXXII

       CANTO XXXIII

       CANTO I

       CANTO II

       CANTO III

       CANTO IV

       CANTO V

       CANTO VI

       CANTO VII

       CANTO VIII

       CANTO IX

       CANTO X

       CANTO XI

       CANTO XII

       CANTO XIII

       CANTO XIV

       CANTO XV

       CANTO XVI

       CANTO XVII

       CANTO XVIII

       CANTO XIX

       CANTO XX

       CANTO XXI

       CANTO XXII

       CANTO XXIII

       CANTO XXIV

       CANTO XXV

       CANTO XXVI

       CANTO XXVII

       CANTO XXVIII

       CANTO XXIX

       CANTO XXX

       CANTO XXXI

       CANTO XXXII

       CANTO XXXIII

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      Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso

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      Title: The Divine Comedy: Inferno · Purgatorio · Paradiso

      Author: Dante Alighieri

      Publisher: Pretorian Books, Ul. Hristo Samsarov 9, 9000 Varna

      Date: 23.10.2019

      CANTO I

      IN the midway of this our mortal life,

      I found me in a gloomy wood, astray

      Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell

      It were no easy task, how savage wild

      That forest, how robust and rough its growth,

      Which to remember only, my dismay

      Renews, in bitterness not far from death.

      Yet to discourse of what there good befell,

      All else will I relate discover'd there.

      How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,

      Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd

      My senses down, when the true path I left,

      But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd

      The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,

      I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad

      Already vested with that planet's beam,

      Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.

      Then was a little respite to the fear,

      That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,

      All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:

      And as a man, with difficult short breath,

      Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,

      Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands

      At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd

      Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,

      That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frame

      After short pause recomforted, again

      I