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And if thy hand cause thee to stumble, cut it off: it is good for thee to enter into life maimed, rather than having thy two hands to go into hell, into the unquenchable fire.                where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.                And if thy foot cause thee to stumble, cut it off: it is good for thee to enter into life halt, rather than having thy two feet to be cast into hell, where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.                And if thine eye cause thee to stumble, cast it out: it is good for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell;                where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.               
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Purgatory: Canto VIII
   

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"


Valley of the Princes - Two Guardian Angels - Kino Visconti - The Serpent - Corrado Malaspina

Now was the hour that wakens fond desire

In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart,

Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell,

And pilgrim newly on his road with love

Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far,

That seems to mourn for the expiring day:

When I, no longer taking heed to hear

Began, with wonder, from those spirits to mark

One risen from its seat, which with its hand

Audience implor'd. Both palms it join'd and rais'd,

Fixing its steadfast gaze towards the east,

As telling God, "I care for naught beside."

"Te Lucis Ante," so devoutly then

Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,

That all my sense in ravishment was lost.

And the rest after, softly and devout,

Follow'd through all the hymn, with upward gaze

Directed to the bright supernal wheels.

Here, reader! for the truth makes thine eyes keen:

For of so subtle texture is this veil,

That thou with ease mayst pass it through unmark'd.

I saw that gentle band silently next

Look up, as if in expectation held,

Pale and in lowly guise; and from on high

I saw forth issuing descend beneath

Two angels with two flame-illumin'd swords,

Broken and mutilated at their points.

Green as the tender leaves but newly born,

Their vesture was, the which by wings as green

Beaten, they drew behind them, fann'd in air.

A little over us one took his stand,

The other lighted on the' Opposing hill,

So that the troop were in the midst contain'd.

Well I descried the whiteness on their heads;

But in their visages the dazzled eye

Was lost, as faculty that by too much

Is overpower'd. "From Mary's bosom both

Are come," exclaim'd Sordello, "as a guard

Over the vale, ganst him, who hither tends,

The serpent." Whence, not knowing by which path

He came, I turn'd me round, and closely press'd,

All frozen, to my leader's trusted side.

Sordello paus'd not: "To the valley now

(For it is time) let us descend; and hold

Converse with those great shadows: haply much

Their sight may please ye." Only three steps down

Methinks I measur'd, ere I was beneath,

And noted one who look'd as with desire

To know me. Time was now that air arrow dim;

Yet not so dim, that 'twixt his eyes and mine

It clear'd not up what was conceal'd before.

Mutually tow'rds each other we advanc'd.

Nino, thou courteous judge! what joy I felt,

When I perceiv'd thou wert not with the bad!

No salutation kind on either part

Was left unsaid. He then inquir'd: "How long

Since thou arrived'st at the mountain's foot,

Over the distant waves?"—"O!" answer'd I,

"Through the sad seats of woe this morn I came,

And still in my first life, thus journeying on,

The other strive to gain." Soon as they heard

My words, he and Sordello backward drew,

As suddenly amaz'd. To Virgil one,

The other to a spirit turn'd, who near

Was seated, crying: "Conrad! up with speed:

Come, see what of his grace high God hath will'd."

Then turning round to me: "By that rare mark

Of honour which thou ow'st to him, who hides

So deeply his first cause, it hath no ford,

When thou shalt be beyond the vast of waves.

Tell my Giovanna, that for me she call

There, where reply to innocence is made.

Her mother, I believe, loves me no more;

Since she has chang'd the white and wimpled folds,

Which she is doom'd once more with grief to wish.

By her it easily may be perceiv'd,

How long in women lasts the flame of love,

If sight and touch do not relume it oft.

For her so fair a burial will not make

The viper which calls Milan to the field,

As had been made by shrill Gallura's bird."

He spoke, and in his visage took the stamp

Of that right seal, which with due temperature

Glows in the bosom. My insatiate eyes

Meanwhile to heav'n had travel'd, even there

Where the bright stars are slowest, as a wheel

Nearest the axle; when my guide inquir'd:

"What there aloft, my son, has caught thy gaze?"

I answer'd: "The three torches, with which here

The pole is all on fire." He then to me:

"The four resplendent stars, thou saw'st this morn

Are there beneath, and these ris'n in their stead."

While yet he spoke. Sordello to himself

Drew him, and cry'd: "Lo there our enemy!"

And with his hand pointed that way to look.

Along the side, where barrier none arose

Around the little vale, a serpent lay,

Such haply as gave Eve the bitter food.

Between the grass and flowers, the evil snake

Came on, reverting oft his lifted head;

And, as a beast that smoothes its polish'd coat,

Licking his hack. I saw not, nor can tell,

How those celestial falcons from their seat

Mov'd, but in motion each one well descried,

Hearing the air cut by their verdant plumes.

The serpent fled; and to their stations back

The angels up return'd with equal flight.

The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto VIII

The Spirit (who to Nino, when he call'd,

Had come), from viewing me with fixed ken,

Through all that conflict, loosen'd not his sight.

"So may the lamp, which leads thee up on high,

Find, in thy destin'd lot, of wax so much,

As may suffice thee to the enamel's height."

It thus began: "If any certain news

Of Valdimagra and the neighbour part

Thou know'st, tell me, who once was mighty there

They call'd me Conrad Malaspina, not

That old one, but from him I sprang. The love

I bore my people is now here refin'd."

"In your dominions," I answer'd, "ne'er was I.

But through all Europe where do those men dwell,

To whom their glory is not manifest?

The fame, that honours your illustrious house,

Proclaims the nobles and proclaims the land;

So that he knows it who was never there.

I swear to you, so may my upward route

Prosper! your honour'd nation not impairs

The value of her coffer and her sword.

Nature and use give her such privilege,

That while the world is twisted from his course

By a bad head, she only walks aright,

And has the evil way in scorn." He then:

"Now pass thee on: sev'n times the tired sun

Revisits not the couch, which with four feet

The forked Aries covers, ere that kind

Opinion shall be nail'd into thy brain

With stronger nails than other's speech can drive,

If the sure course of judgment be not stay'd."


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