The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . u turndstTo me for comment, is the general theme 100 Of all our prayers : but, when it darkens, thenA different strain we utter ; then recordPygmalion, whom his gluttonous thirst of goldMade traitor, robber, parricide : the woesOf Midas, which his greedy wish for derision to all future times :And the fond Achan, how he stole the yet he seems by Joshuas ire with her husband next we blame ; 192 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xx And prais? the forefeet, that with furious ramp no Spurned Heliodor
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . u turndstTo me for comment, is the general theme 100 Of all our prayers : but, when it darkens, thenA different strain we utter ; then recordPygmalion, whom his gluttonous thirst of goldMade traitor, robber, parricide : the woesOf Midas, which his greedy wish for derision to all future times :And the fond Achan, how he stole the yet he seems by Joshuas ire with her husband next we blame ; 192 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xx And prais? the forefeet, that with furious ramp no Spurned Heliodorus. All the mountain roundRings with the infamy of Thracias king,Who slew his Phrygian charge : and last a shoutAscends : Dcclaro, O Crassus ! for thou knowst,The flavour of thy gold. The voice of eachNow high, now low, as each his impulse led through many a pitch, acute or , not singly, I erewhile rehearsedThat blessedness we tell of in the day : But near me, none, beside, his accent raised. 120 From him we now had parted, and essayed. With utmost efforts to surmount the way ; When I did feel, as nodding to its fall, The mountain tremble ; whence an icy chill Seized on me, as on one to death conveyed. So shook not Delos, when Latona there Couched to bring forth the twin-born eyes of heaven. Forthwith from every side a shout aroseSo vehement, that suddenly my guide Drew near, and cried: Doubt not, while I conduct thee. 130 Glory ! all shouted (such the sounds mine earGathered from those, who near me swelled the sounds) Glory in the highest be to God. We stoodImmovably suspended, like to those,The shepherds, who first heard in Bethlehems fieldThat song: till ceased the trembling, and the song Canto xxi] PURGATORY 193 Was ended : then our hallowed path resumed, Eyeing the prostrate shadows, who renewed Their customed mourning. Never in my breast Did ignorance so struggle with desire 140 Of knowledge, if my memory do not err. As in that moment; nor throug
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