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         Contents: "The Divine Comedy" 
 Third Heaven: Sphere of Venus - Conversation of Dante with Cunizza da Romano - With Folco of Marseilles - Rahab - Avarice of the Papal Court After solution of my doubt, thy Charles,
 O fair Clemenza, of the treachery spake
 
 That must befall his seed: but, "Tell it not,"
 
 Said he, "and let the destin'd years come round."
 
 Nor may I tell thee more, save that the meed
 
 Of sorrow well-deserv'd shall quit your wrongs.
  And now the visage of that saintly light
 Was to the sun, that fills it, turn'd again,
 
 As to the good, whose plenitude of bliss
 
 Sufficeth all.  O ye misguided souls!
 
 Infatuate, who from such a good estrange
 
 Your hearts, and bend your gaze on vanity,
 
 Alas for you!—And lo! toward me, next,
 
 Another of those splendent forms approach'd,
 
 That, by its outward bright'ning, testified
 
 The will it had to pleasure me.  The eyes
 
 Of Beatrice, resting, as before,
 
 Firmly upon me, manifested forth
 
 Approval of my wish.  "And O," I cried,
 
 "Blest spirit! quickly be my will perform'd;
 
 And prove thou to me, that my inmost thoughts
 
 I can reflect on thee."  Thereat the light,
 
 That yet was new to me, from the recess,
 
 Where it before was singing, thus began,
 
 As one who joys in kindness: "In that part
 
 Of the deprav'd Italian land, which lies
 
 Between Rialto, and the fountain-springs
 
 Of Brenta and of Piava, there doth rise,
 
 But to no lofty eminence, a hill,
 
 From whence erewhile a firebrand did descend,
 
 That sorely sheet the region.  From one root
 
 I and it sprang; my name on earth Cunizza:
 
 And here I glitter, for that by its light
 
 This star o'ercame me.  Yet I naught repine,
 
 Nor grudge myself the cause of this my lot,
 
 Which haply vulgar hearts can scarce conceive.
  "This jewel, that is next me in our heaven,
 Lustrous and costly, great renown hath left,
 
 And not to perish, ere these hundred years
 
 Five times absolve their round.  Consider thou,
 
 If to excel be worthy man's endeavour,
 
 When such life may attend the first.  Yet they
 
 Care not for this, the crowd that now are girt
 
 By Adice and Tagliamento, still
 
 Impenitent, tho' scourg'd.  The hour is near,
 
 When for their stubbornness at Padua's marsh
 
 The water shall be chang'd, that laves Vicena
 
 And where Cagnano meets with Sile, one
 
 Lords it, and bears his head aloft, for whom
 
 The web is now a-warping.  Feltro too
 
 Shall sorrow for its godless shepherd's fault,
 
 Of so deep stain, that never, for the like,
 
 Was Malta's bar unclos'd.  Too large should be
 
 The skillet, that would hold Ferrara's blood,
 
 And wearied he, who ounce by ounce would weight it,
 
 The which this priest, in show of party-zeal,
 
 Courteous will give; nor will the gift ill suit
 
 The country's custom.  We descry above,
 
 Mirrors, ye call them thrones, from which to us
 
 Reflected shine the judgments of our God:
 
 Whence these our sayings we avouch for good."
  She ended, and appear'd on other thoughts
 Intent, re-ent'ring on the wheel she late
 
 Had left.  That other joyance meanwhile wax'd
 
 A thing to marvel at, in splendour glowing,
 
 Like choicest ruby stricken by the sun,
 
 For, in that upper clime, effulgence comes
 
 Of gladness, as here laughter: and below,
 
 As the mind saddens, murkier grows the shade.
  "God seeth all: and in him is thy sight,"
 Said I, "blest Spirit!  Therefore will of his
 
 Cannot to thee be dark.  Why then delays
 
 Thy voice to satisfy my wish untold,
 
 That voice which joins the inexpressive song,
 
 Pastime of heav'n, the which those ardours sing,
 
 That cowl them with six shadowing wings outspread?
 
 I would not wait thy asking, wert thou known
 
 To me, as thoroughly I to thee am known."
  He forthwith answ'ring, thus his words began:
 "The valley' of waters, widest next to that
 
 Which doth the earth engarland, shapes its course,
 
 Between discordant shores, against the sun
 
 Inward so far, it makes meridian there,
 
 Where was before th' horizon.  Of that vale
 
 Dwelt I upon the shore, 'twixt Ebro's stream
 
 And Macra's, that divides with passage brief
 
 Genoan bounds from Tuscan.  East and west
 
 Are nearly one to Begga and my land,
 
 Whose haven erst was with its own blood warm.
 
 Who knew my name were wont to call me Folco:
 
 And I did bear impression of this heav'n,
 
 That now bears mine: for not with fiercer flame
 
 Glow'd Belus' daughter, injuring alike
 
 Sichaeus and Creusa, than did I,
 
 Long as it suited the unripen'd down
 
 That fledg'd my cheek: nor she of Rhodope,
 
 That was beguiled of Demophoon;
 
 Nor Jove's son, when the charms of Iole
 
 Were shrin'd within his heart.  And yet there hides
 
 No sorrowful repentance here, but mirth,
 
 Not for the fault (that doth not come to mind),
 
 But for the virtue, whose o'erruling sway
 
 And providence have wrought thus quaintly.  Here
 
 The skill is look'd into, that fashioneth
 
 With such effectual working, and the good
 
 Discern'd, accruing to this upper world
 
 From that below.  But fully to content
 
 Thy wishes, all that in this sphere have birth,
 
 Demands my further parle.  Inquire thou wouldst,
 
 Who of this light is denizen, that here
 
 Beside me sparkles, as the sun-beam doth
 
 On the clear wave.  Know then, the soul of Rahab
 
 Is in that gladsome harbour, to our tribe
 
 United, and the foremost rank assign'd.
 
 He to that heav'n, at which the shadow ends
 
 Of your sublunar world, was taken up,
 
 First, in Christ's triumph, of all souls redeem'd:
 
 For well behoov'd, that, in some part of heav'n,
 
 She should remain a trophy, to declare
 
 The mighty contest won with either palm;
 
 For that she favour'd first the high exploit
 
 Of Joshua on the holy land, whereof
 
 The Pope recks little now.  Thy city, plant
 
 Of him, that on his Maker turn'd the back,
 
 And of whose envying so much woe hath sprung,
 
 Engenders and expands the cursed flower,
 
 That hath made wander both the sheep and lambs,
 
 Turning the shepherd to a wolf.  For this,
 
 The gospel and great teachers laid aside,
 
 The decretals, as their stuft margins show,
 
 Are the sole study.  Pope and Cardinals,
 
 Intent on these, ne'er journey but in thought
 
 To Nazareth, where Gabriel op'd his wings.
 
 Yet it may chance, erelong, the Vatican,
 
 And other most selected parts of Rome,
 
 That were the grave of Peter's soldiery,
 
 Shall be deliver'd from the adult'rous bond."
   
         
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