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ceased not to advance because he spake,

       But still were passing onward through the forest,

       The forest, say I, of thick-crowded ghosts.

      Not very far as yet our way had gone

       This side the summit, when I saw a fire

       That overcame a hemisphere of darkness.

      We were a little distant from it still,

       But not so far that I in part discerned not

       That honourable people held that place.

      "O thou who honourest every art and science,

       Who may these be, which such great honour have,

       That from the fashion of the rest it parts them?"

      And he to me: "The honourable name,

       That sounds of them above there in thy life,

       Wins grace in Heaven, that so advances them."

      In the mean time a voice was heard by me:

       "All honour be to the pre-eminent Poet;

       His shade returns again, that was departed."

      After the voice had ceased and quiet was,

       Four mighty shades I saw approaching us;

       Semblance had they nor sorrowful nor glad.

      To say to me began my gracious Master:

       "Him with that falchion in his hand behold,

       Who comes before the three, even as their lord.

      That one is Homer, Poet sovereign;

       He who comes next is Horace, the satirist;

       The third is Ovid, and the last is Lucan.

      Because to each of these with me applies

       The name that solitary voice proclaimed,

       They do me honour, and in that do well."

      Thus I beheld assemble the fair school

       Of that lord of the song pre-eminent,

       Who o'er the others like an eagle soars.

      When they together had discoursed somewhat,

       They turned to me with signs of salutation,

       And on beholding this, my Master smiled;

      And more of honour still, much more, they did me,

       In that they made me one of their own band;

       So that the sixth was I, 'mid so much wit.

      Thus we went on as far as to the light,

       Things saying 'tis becoming to keep silent,

       As was the saying of them where I was.

      We came unto a noble castle's foot,

       Seven times encompassed with lofty walls,

       Defended round by a fair rivulet;

      This we passed over even as firm ground;

       Through portals seven I entered with these Sages;

       We came into a meadow of fresh verdure.

      People were there with solemn eyes and slow,

       Of great authority in their countenance;

       They spake but seldom, and with gentle voices.

      Thus we withdrew ourselves upon one side

       Into an opening luminous and lofty,

       So that they all of them were visible.

      There opposite, upon the green enamel,

       Were pointed out to me the mighty spirits,

       Whom to have seen I feel myself exalted.

      I saw Electra with companions many,

       'Mongst whom I knew both Hector and Aeneas,

       Caesar in armour with gerfalcon eyes;

      I saw Camilla and Penthesilea

       On the other side, and saw the King Latinus,

       Who with Lavinia his daughter sat;

      I saw that Brutus who drove Tarquin forth,

       Lucretia, Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia,

       And saw alone, apart, the Saladin.

      When I had lifted up my brows a little,

       The Master I beheld of those who know,

       Sit with his philosophic family.

      All gaze upon him, and all do him honour.

       There I beheld both Socrates and Plato,

       Who nearer him before the others stand;

      Democritus, who puts the world on chance,

       Diogenes, Anaxagoras, and Thales,

       Zeno, Empedocles, and Heraclitus;

      Of qualities I saw the good collector,

       Hight Dioscorides; and Orpheus saw I,

       Tully and Livy, and moral Seneca,

      Euclid, geometrician, and Ptolemy,

       Galen, Hippocrates, and Avicenna,

       Averroes, who the great Comment made.

      I cannot all of them pourtray in full,

       Because so drives me onward the long theme,

       That many times the word comes short of fact.

      The sixfold company in two divides;

       Another way my sapient Guide conducts me

       Forth from the quiet to the air that trembles;

      And to a place I come where nothing shines.

      Canto V. The Second Circle: The Wanton. Minos. The Infernal Hurricane. Francesca da Rimini.

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      Thus I descended out of the first circle

       Down to the second, that less space begirds,

       And so much greater dole, that goads to wailing.

      There standeth Minos horribly, and snarls;

       Examines the transgressions at the entrance;

       Judges, and sends according as he girds him.

      I say, that when the spirit evil-born

       Cometh before him, wholly it confesses;

       And this discriminator of transgressions

      Seeth what place in Hell is meet for it;

       Girds himself with his tail as many times

       As grades he wishes it should be thrust down.

      Always before him many of them stand;

       They go by turns each one unto the judgment;

       They speak, and hear, and then are downward hurled.

      "O thou, that to this dolorous hostelry

       Comest," said Minos to me, when he saw me,

       Leaving the practice of so great an office,

      "Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest;

       Let not the portal's amplitude deceive thee."

       And unto him my Guide: "Why criest thou too?

      Do not impede his journey fate-ordained;

       It is so willed there where is power to do

       That which is willed; and ask no further question."

      And

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