The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso. Dante Alighieri

Nor them the nethermore abyss receives,

       For glory none the damned would have from them."

      And I: "O Master, what so grievous is

       To these, that maketh them lament so sore?"

       He answered: "I will tell thee very briefly.

      These have no longer any hope of death;

       And this blind life of theirs is so debased,

       They envious are of every other fate.

      No fame of them the world permits to be;

       Misericord and Justice both disdain them.

       Let us not speak of them, but look, and pass."

      And I, who looked again, beheld a banner,

       Which, whirling round, ran on so rapidly,

       That of all pause it seemed to me indignant;

      And after it there came so long a train

       Of people, that I ne'er would have believed

       That ever Death so many had undone.

      When some among them I had recognised,

       I looked, and I beheld the shade of him

       Who made through cowardice the great refusal.

      Forthwith I comprehended, and was certain,

       That this the sect was of the caitiff wretches

       Hateful to God and to his enemies.

      These miscreants, who never were alive,

       Were naked, and were stung exceedingly

       By gadflies and by hornets that were there.

      These did their faces irrigate with blood,

       Which, with their tears commingled, at their feet

       By the disgusting worms was gathered up.

      And when to gazing farther I betook me.

       People I saw on a great river's bank;

       Whence said I: "Master, now vouchsafe to me,

      That I may know who these are, and what law

       Makes them appear so ready to pass over,

       As I discern athwart the dusky light."

      And he to me: "These things shall all be known

       To thee, as soon as we our footsteps stay

       Upon the dismal shore of Acheron."

      Then with mine eyes ashamed and downward cast,

       Fearing my words might irksome be to him,

       From speech refrained I till we reached the river.

      And lo! towards us coming in a boat

       An old man, hoary with the hair of eld,

       Crying: "Woe unto you, ye souls depraved!

      Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens;

       I come to lead you to the other shore,

       To the eternal shades in heat and frost.

      And thou, that yonder standest, living soul,

       Withdraw thee from these people, who are dead!"

       But when he saw that I did not withdraw,

      He said: "By other ways, by other ports

       Thou to the shore shalt come, not here, for passage;

       A lighter vessel needs must carry thee."

      And unto him the Guide: "Vex thee not, Charon;

       It is so willed there where is power to do

       That which is willed; and farther question not."

      Thereat were quieted the fleecy cheeks

       Of him the ferryman of the livid fen,

       Who round about his eyes had wheels of flame.

      But all those souls who weary were and naked

       Their colour changed and gnashed their teeth together,

       As soon as they had heard those cruel words.

      God they blasphemed and their progenitors,

       The human race, the place, the time, the seed

       Of their engendering and of their birth!

      Thereafter all together they drew back,

       Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shore,

       Which waiteth every man who fears not God.

      Charon the demon, with the eyes of glede,

       Beckoning to them, collects them all together,

       Beats with his oar whoever lags behind.

      As in the autumn-time the leaves fall off,

       First one and then another, till the branch

       Unto the earth surrenders all its spoils;

      In similar wise the evil seed of Adam

       Throw themselves from that margin one by one,

       At signals, as a bird unto its lure.

      So they depart across the dusky wave,

       And ere upon the other side they land,

       Again on this side a new troop assembles.

      "My son," the courteous Master said to me,

       "All those who perish in the wrath of God

       Here meet together out of every land;

      And ready are they to pass o'er the river,

       Because celestial Justice spurs them on,

       So that their fear is turned into desire.

      This way there never passes a good soul;

       And hence if Charon doth complain of thee,

       Well mayst thou know now what his speech imports."

      This being finished, all the dusk champaign

       Trembled so violently, that of that terror

       The recollection bathes me still with sweat.

      The land of tears gave forth a blast of wind,

       And fulminated a vermilion light,

       Which overmastered in me every sense,

      And as a man whom sleep hath seized I fell.

      Canto IV. The First Circle, Limbo: Virtuous Pagans and the Unbaptized. The Four Poets, Homer, Horace, Ovid, and Lucan. The Noble Castle of Philosophy.

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      Broke the deep lethargy within my head

       A heavy thunder, so that I upstarted,

       Like to a person who by force is wakened;

      And round about I moved my rested eyes,

       Uprisen erect, and steadfastly I gazed,

       To recognise the place wherein I was.

      True is it, that upon the verge I found me

       Of the abysmal valley dolorous,

       That gathers thunder of infinite ululations.

      Obscure, profound it was, and nebulous,

       So that by fixing on its depths my sight

       Nothing whatever I discerned therein.

      "Let us descend now into the blind world,"

       Began the Poet, pallid utterly;