The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . o^ Might I have breathed. But to the marsh I sped ;And in the niire and rushes tangled thereFell and beheld my life-blood float the plain Then said another : Ah ! so may the wish,Ihat takes thee o er the mountain, be fulfilledAs thou Shalt graciously give aid to Montefeltro I; Buonconte I:Giovanna nor none else have care for me •borrowing with these I therefore go. I thus • ±roin Campaldinos field what force or chance 90f3 ^ 138 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto v Drew thee, that neer thy sepulture was known ? * Oh ! answered h
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . o^ Might I have breathed. But to the marsh I sped ;And in the niire and rushes tangled thereFell and beheld my life-blood float the plain Then said another : Ah ! so may the wish,Ihat takes thee o er the mountain, be fulfilledAs thou Shalt graciously give aid to Montefeltro I; Buonconte I:Giovanna nor none else have care for me •borrowing with these I therefore go. I thus • ±roin Campaldinos field what force or chance 90f3 ^ 138 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto v Drew thee, that neer thy sepulture was known ? * Oh ! answered he, at Casentinos footA stream there courseth, named Archiano, sprungIn Apennine above the hermits where its name is cancelled, there came I,Pierced in the throat, fleeing away on foot,And bloodying the plain. Here sight and speechFailed me ; and, finishing with Marys name,I fell, and tenantless my flesh will report the truth ; which thou againTell to the living. Me Gods angel took,Whilst he of hell exclaimed : * O thou from heaven ! lOO. Say wherefore hast thou robbed me ? Thou of him The eternal portion bearst with thee away, For one poor tear that he deprives me of. But of the other, other rule I make. Thou knowst how in the atmosphere collectsThat vapour dank, returning into waterSoon as it mounts where cold condenses evil will, which in his intellectStill follows evil, came ; and raised the windAnd smoky mist, by virtue of the powerGiven by his nature. Thence the valley, soonAs day was spent, he covered oer with cloud,From Pratomagno to the mountain range ;And stretched the sky above ; so that the airImpregnate changed to water. Fell the rain ; no i Canto VI] PURGATORY 139 And to the fosses came all that the land Contained not; and, as mightiest streams are wont, To the great river, with such headlong sweep, 120 Rushed, that naught stayed its course. My stiffened frame. Laid at his mouth, the fell Archiano found. And dashed it into Arno ; fr
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