Their soft complaints along the stormy way; Quod libet, licet," was the legend old Wherewith she sought her burning brows to cool. Her name Semiramis-of whom 'tis told She after him who was her consort reign'd. Those realms she held, the soldan now doth hold. Next, She who, for love's sake, to live disdain'd, And broke her promise to Sichæus' shade. Then Egypt's lustful queen." With her entrain'd, I Helen mark'd, for whose fair form was paid A price so high. Achilles too I spied, Who, to the last, with love fierce warfare made. Paris I saw, and Tristan ;-these beside, Thousands he shew'd, and singled out by name, Whom love from worldly life did erst divide. When all these dames and knights of ancient fame My teacher, one by one, I heard rehearse, Compassion all my senses quite o'ercame; And thus I cried-" O man of deathless verse! Yon pair of spirits, that seem before the blast So lightly driven,—with them I'd fain converse." Then he to me-" Watch till they shall be pass'd More nearly tow'rds us; then, advancing, pray Even by the love that guides them—and, as fast As the wind drives, they will thy call obey." On that sea-shore to which descendeth Po, Return, entwined us both with cords so strong That, as thou seest, he still is ever nigh. Love to one fate conducted us along, While Caina 'waits him who our lives did spill." Such was the burthen of that mournful song, Which, with their tale, did so my bosom thrill, How many sweet thoughts, what intense desire, Has brought them to this dolorous pass below?" I then turn'd back to them, and thus to' inquire Began-" Francesca! thy sad destinies With grief and pity' at once my breast inspire. But tell me in the season of sweet sighsHow, and by what degrees thy passion rose, So as to read his love's dim phantasies." Among severest woes Then she to me 66 Is to remember days of dear delight In misery-and this thy teacher knows. But if thou hast so fond an appetite From its first source our love's sad maze to thread, Though tears may flow, I will the tale recite. One day, for pastime, we together read Of Lancelot-how love his heart enchain'd. We were alone, and knew no cause for dread. But, oft as met our eyes, our cheeks were stain'd With blushes by the glowing tale inspired; Till one sole point the fatal victory gain'd. For when we read the smile, so long desired, Which to the lover's kiss her answer bore, He who shall ne'er from me be parted-fired With passion-kiss'd my lips, all trembling o'er Like his. The book was pandar to our thought, And he that wrote. That day we read no more." Thus, while one spake, that other spirit was wrought To such a flood of tears, that with the swell Of pity all my sense was quite o'erfraught; And, as a lifeless body falls, I fell. Now CIACCO, THE GLUTTON. INFERNO, C. VI. VER. 34-100. pass we 'mid the shades, from that dire storm For shelter pent, and think our feet to rest On each substantial-seeming, empty form. All on the ground lay stretch'd, together press'd, Save one, who, as he saw us passing by, Upraised him on his seat, and thus address'd. "O thou, through this dark region forced to ply! See if thou canst my features call to mind, Since thou wast made ere yet unmade was I." To whom I thus-" The torments here assign'd May be the cause that, when I view thy face, I can no trace of past remembrance find. Then tell me who thou art, that to a place So sad art doom'd, and to such grievous pain, Unmatch'd, if not in keenness, in disgrace." Then he Thy city, which, in every vein, 66 O'erflows with envy, as its vital blood, Claim'd me for hers thro' life's delightful reign. Your townsmen call'd me Hog-name well bestow'd For swinish vice, that did my substance waste, And left me wallowing in this miry flood. Nor I alone-sad spirit-here am placed; Is any just one there?—and what the source Whence those so bitter streams of discord spring?" Then he to me-" After long trial of force, They'll turn to bloodshed, and the selvage side Then I-" More knowledge to impart is thine; Those of Uberti' and Adimari's line; Mosca, and Rusticucci; with the rest Who made the general good their grand designSay, where are they, and what their place of rest? For strong desire to learn, if bliss or woe, In heaven or hell, possess them, fills my breast." |