I saw through hunger Ubaldino grind
   Take up my pen, and, as he dictates, write.”
   His teeth on emptiness; and Boniface,
   “Brother!” said he, “the hind’rance which once held That wav’d the crozier o’er a num’rous flock.
   The notary with Guittone and myself,
   I saw the Marquis, who tad time erewhile
   Short of that new and sweeter style I hear,
   To swill at Forli with less drought, yet so
   Is now disclos’d. I see how ye your plumes
   Was one ne’er sated. I howe’er, like him,
   Stretch, as th’ inditer guides them; which, no question, That gazing ‘midst a crowd, singles out one,
   Ours did not. He that seeks a grace beyond,
   So singled him of Lucca; for methought
   Sees not the distance parts one style from other.”
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory And, as contented, here he held his peace.
   A corse most vilely shatter’d. No long space
   Like as the bird, that winter near the Nile,
   Those wheels have yet to roll” (therewith his eyes
   In squared regiment direct their course,
   Look’d up to heav’n) “ere thou shalt plainly see
   Then stretch themselves in file for speedier flight; That which my words may not more plainly tell.
   Thus all the tribe of spirits, as they turn’d
   I quit thee: time is precious here: I lose
   Their visage, faster deaf, nimble alike
   Too much, thus measuring my pace with shine.”
   Through leanness and desire. And as a man,
   As from a troop of well-rank’d chivalry
   Tir’d With the motion of a trotting steed,
   One knight, more enterprising than the rest,
   Slacks pace, and stays behind his company,
   Pricks forth at gallop, eager to display
   Till his o’erbreathed lungs keep temperate time;
   His prowess in the first encounter prov’d
   E’en so Forese let that holy crew
   So parted he from us with lengthen’d strides,
   Proceed, behind them lingering at my side,
   And left me on the way with those twain spirits,
   And saying: “When shall I again behold thee?”
   Who were such mighty marshals of the world.
   “How long my life may last,” said I, “I know not; When he beyond us had so fled mine eyes
   This know, how soon soever I return,
   No nearer reach’d him, than my thought his words,
   My wishes will before me have arriv’d.
   The branches of another fruit, thick hung,
   Sithence the place, where I am set to live,
   And blooming fresh, appear’d. E’en as our steps
   Is, day by day, more scoop’d of all its good,
   Turn’d thither, not far off it rose to view.
   And dismal ruin seems to threaten it.”
   Beneath it were a multitude, that rais’d
   “Go now,” he cried: “lo! he, whose guilt is most, Their hands, and shouted forth I know not What
   Passes before my vision, dragg’d at heels
   Unto the boughs; like greedy and fond brats,
   Of an infuriate beast. Toward the vale,
   That beg, and answer none obtain from him,
   Where guilt hath no redemption, on it speeds,
   Of whom they beg; but more to draw them on,
   Each step increasing swiftness on the last;
   He at arm’s length the object of their wish
   Until a blow it strikes, that leaveth him
   Above them holds aloft, and hides it not.
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory At length, as undeceiv’d they went their way:
   I now beheld. “If ye desire to mount,”
   And we approach the tree, who vows and tears
   He cried, “here must ye turn. This way he goes,
   Sue to in vain, the mighty tree. “Pass on,
   Who goes in quest of peace.” His countenance
   And come not near. Stands higher up the wood,
   Had dazzled me; and to my guides I fac’d
   Whereof Eve tasted, and from it was ta’en
   Backward, like one who walks, as sound directs.
   ‘this plant.”Such sounds from midst the thickets came.
   As when, to harbinger the dawn, springs up
   Whence I, with either bard, close to the side
   On freshen’d wing the air of May, and breathes
   That rose, pass’d forth beyond. “Remember,” next
   Of fragrance, all impregn’d with herb and flowers,
   We heard, “those noblest creatures of the clouds,
   E’en such a wind I felt upon my front
   How they their twofold bosoms overgorg’d
   Blow gently, and the moving of a wing
   Oppos’d in fight to Theseus: call to mind
   Perceiv’d, that moving shed ambrosial smell;
   The Hebrews, how effeminate they stoop’d
   And then a voice: “Blessed are they, whom grace
   To ease their thirst; whence Gideon’s ranks were thinn’d, Doth so illume, that appetite in them
   As he to Midian march’d adown the hills.”
   Exhaleth no inordinate desire,
   Thus near one border coasting, still we heard
   Still hung’ring as the rule of temperance wills.”
   The sins of gluttony, with woe erewhile
   Reguerdon’d. Then along the lonely path,
   CANTO XXV
   Once more at large, full thousand paces on
   It was an hour, when he who climbs, had need
   We travel’d, each contemplative and mute.
   To walk uncrippled: for the sun had now
   “Why pensive journey thus ye three alone?”
   To Taurus the meridian circle left,
   Thus suddenly a voice exclaim’d: whereat
   And to the Scorpion left the night. As one
   I shook, as doth a scar’d and paltry beast;
   That makes no pause, but presses on his road,
   Then rais’d my head to look from whence it came.
   Whate’er betide him, if some urgent need
   Was ne’er, in furnace, glass, or metal seen
   Impel: so enter’d we upon our way,
   So bright and glowing red, as was the shape
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory One before other; for, but singly, none
   The secrets of heaven’s vengeance, let me plead
   That steep and narrow scale admits to climb.
   Thine own injunction, to exculpate me.”
   E’en as the young stork lifteth up his wing
   So Statius answer’d, and forthwith began:
   Through wish to fly, yet ventures not to quit
   “Attend my words, O son, and in thy mind
   The nest, and drops it; so in me desire
   Receive them: so shall they be light to clear
   Of questioning my guide arose, and fell,
   The doubt thou offer’st. Blood, concocted well,
   Arriving even to the act, that marks
   Which by the thirsty veins is ne’er imbib’d,
   A man prepar’d for speech. Him all our haste
   And rests as food superfluous, to be ta’en
   Restrain’d not, but thus spake the sire belov’d:
   From the replenish’d table, in the heart
   Fear not to speed the shaft, that on thy lip
   Derives effectual virtue, that informs
   Stands trembling for its flight.” Encourag’d thus
   The several human limbs, as being that,
   I straight began: “How there can leanness come,
   Which passes through the veins itself to make them.
   Where is no want of nourishment to feed?”
 
					     					 			   Yet more concocted it descends, where shame
   “If thou,” he answer’d, “hadst remember’d thee, Forbids to mention: and from thence distils
   How Meleager with the wasting brand
   In natural vessel on another’s blood.
   Wasted alike, by equal fires consm’d,
   Then each unite together, one dispos’d
   This would not trouble thee: and hadst thou thought, T’ endure, to act the other, through meet frame
   How in the mirror your reflected form
   Of its recipient mould: that being reach’d,
   With mimic motion vibrates, what now seems
   It ‘gins to work, coagulating first;
   Hard, had appear’d no harder than the pulp
   Then vivifies what its own substance caus’d
   Of summer fruit mature. But that thy will
   To bear. With animation now indued,
   In certainty may find its full repose,
   The active virtue (differing from a plant
   Lo Statius here! on him I call, and pray
   No further, than that this is on the way
   That he would now be healer of thy wound.”
   And at its limit that) continues yet
   “If in thy presence I unfold to him
   To operate, that now it moves, and feels,
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory As sea sponge clinging to the rock: and there
   Memory, intelligence, and will, in act
   Assumes th’ organic powers its seed convey’d.
   Far keener than before, the other powers
   ‘This is the period, son! at which the virtue,
   Inactive all and mute. No pause allow’d,
   That from the generating heart proceeds,
   In wond’rous sort self-moving, to one strand
   Is pliant and expansive; for each limb
   Of those, where the departed roam, she falls,
   Is in the heart by forgeful nature plann’d.
   Here learns her destin’d path. Soon as the place
   How babe of animal becomes, remains
   Receives her, round the plastic virtue beams,
   For thy consid’ring. At this point, more wise,
   Distinct as in the living limbs before:
   Than thou hast err’d, making the soul disjoin’d
   And as the air, when saturate with showers,
   From passive intellect, because he saw
   The casual beam refracting, decks itself
   No organ for the latter’s use assign’d.
   With many a hue; so here the ambient air
   “Open thy bosom to the truth that comes.
   Weareth that form, which influence of the soul
   Know soon as in the embryo, to the brain,
   Imprints on it; and like the flame, that where
   Articulation is complete, then turns
   The fire moves, thither follows, so henceforth
   The primal Mover with a smile of joy
   The new form on the spirit follows still:
   On such great work of nature, and imbreathes
   Hence hath it semblance, and is shadow call’d,
   New spirit replete with virtue, that what here
   With each sense even to the sight endued:
   Active it finds, to its own substance draws,
   Hence speech is ours, hence laughter, tears, and sighs And forms an individual soul, that lives,
   Which thou mayst oft have witness’d on the mount
   And feels, and bends reflective on itself.
   Th’ obedient shadow fails not to present
   And that thou less mayst marvel at the word,
   Whatever varying passion moves within us.
   Mark the sun’s heat, how that to wine doth change,
   And this the cause of what thou marvel’st at.”
   Mix’d with the moisture filter’d through the vine.
   Now the last flexure of our way we reach’d,
   “When Lachesis hath spun the thread, the soul
   And to the right hand turning, other care
   Takes with her both the human and divine,
   Awaits us. Here the rocky precipice
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory Hurls forth redundant flames, and from the rim
   To medicine the wound, that healeth last.
   A blast upblown, with forcible rebuff
   Driveth them back, sequester’d from its bound.
   CANTO XXVI
   Behoov’d us, one by one, along the side,
   While singly thus along the rim we walk’d,
   That border’d on the void, to pass; and I
   Oft the good master warn’d me: “Look thou well.
   Fear’d on one hand the fire, on th’ other fear’d
   Avail it that I caution thee.” The sun
   Headlong to fall: when thus th’ instructor warn’d:
   Now all the western clime irradiate chang’d
   “Strict rein must in this place direct the eyes.
   From azure tinct to white; and, as I pass’d,
   A little swerving and the way is lost.”
   My passing shadow made the umber’d flame
   Then from the bosom of the burning mass,
   Burn ruddier. At so strange a sight I mark’d
   “O God of mercy!” heard I sung; and felt
   That many a spirit marvel’d on his way.
   No less desire to turn. And when I saw
   This bred occasion first to speak of me,
   Spirits along the flame proceeding, I
   “He seems,” said they, “no insubstantial frame:”
   Between their footsteps and mine own was fain
   Then to obtain what certainty they might,
   To share by turns my view. At the hymn’s close
   Stretch’d towards me, careful not to overpass
   They shouted loud, “I do not know a man;”
   The burning pale. “O thou, who followest
   Then in low voice again took up the strain,
   The others, haply not more slow than they,
   Which once more ended, “To the wood,” they cried,
   But mov’d by rev’rence, answer me, who burn
   “Ran Dian, and drave forth Callisto, stung
   In thirst and fire: nor I alone, but these
   With Cytherea’s poison:” then return’d
   All for thine answer do more thirst, than doth
   Unto their song; then marry a pair extoll’d,
   Indian or Aethiop for the cooling stream.
   Who liv’d in virtue chastely, and the bands
   Tell us, how is it that thou mak’st thyself
   Of wedded love. Nor from that task, I ween,
   A wall against the sun, as thou not yet
   Surcease they; whilesoe’er the scorching fire
   Into th’ inextricable toils of death
   Enclasps them. Of such skill appliance needs
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory Hadst enter’d?” Thus spake one, and I had straight
   Whene’er the time may be, of peaceful end!
   Declar’d me, if attention had not turn’d
   My limbs, nor crude, nor in mature old age,
   To new appearance. Meeting these, there came,
   Have I left yonder: here they bear me, fed
   Midway the burning path, a crowd, on whom
   With blood, and sinew-strung. That I no more
   Earnestly gazing, from each part I view
   May live in blindness, hence I tend aloft.
   The shadows all press forward, sev’rally
   There is a dame on high, who wind for us
   Each snatch a hasty kiss, and then away.
   This grace, by which my mortal through your realm
   E’en so the emmets, ‘mid their dusky troops,
   I bear. But may your utmost wish soon meet
   Peer closely one at other, to spy out
   Such full fr 
					     					 			uition, that the orb of heaven,
   Their mutual road perchance, and how they thrive.
   Fullest of love, and of most ample space,
   That friendly greeting parted, ere dispatch
   Receive you, as ye tell (upon my page
   Of the first onward step, from either tribe
   Henceforth to stand recorded) who ye are,
   Loud clamour rises: those, who newly come,
   And what this multitude, that at your backs
   Shout Sodom and Gomorrah!” these, “The cow
   Have past behind us.” As one, mountain-bred,
   Pasiphae enter’d, that the beast she woo’d
   Rugged and clownish, if some city’s walls
   Might rush unto her luxury.” Then as cranes,
   He chance to enter, round him stares agape,
   That part towards the Riphaean mountains fly,
   Confounded and struck dumb; e’en such appear’d
   Part towards the Lybic sands, these to avoid
   Each spirit. But when rid of that amaze,
   The ice, and those the sun; so hasteth off
   (Not long the inmate of a noble heart)
   One crowd, advances th’ other; and resume
   He, who before had question’d, thus resum’d:
   Their first song weeping, and their several shout.
   “O blessed, who, for death preparing, tak’st
   Again drew near my side the very same,
   Experience of our limits, in thy bark!
   Who had erewhile besought me, and their looks
   Their crime, who not with us proceed, was that,
   Mark’d eagerness to listen. I, who twice
   For which, as he did triumph, Caesar heard
   Their will had noted, spake: “O spirits secure,
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   The Divine Comedy of Dante - Purgatory Of ‘Sodom,’ as they parted, to rebuke
   As forces credence, I devoted me
   Themselves, and aid the burning by their shame.
   Unto his service wholly. In reply
   Our sinning was Hermaphrodite: but we,
   He thus bespake me: “What from thee I hear
   Because the law of human kind we broke,
   Is grav’d so deeply on my mind, the waves
   Following like beasts our vile concupiscence,
   Of Lethe shall not wash it off, nor make
   Hence parting from them, to our own disgrace
   A whit less lively. But as now thy oath
   Record the name of her, by whom the beast
   Has seal’d the truth, declare what cause impels
   In bestial tire was acted. Now our deeds
   That love, which both thy looks and speech bewray.”
   Thou know’st, and how we sinn’d. If thou by name