The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ase the gaunt wolf, and his whelps. Unto the mountain which forbids the sight Of Lucca to the Pisan. With lean brachs 30 Inquisitive and keen, before him ranged Lanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi. After short course the father and the sons Seemed tired and lagging, and methought I saw The sharp tusks gore their sides. When I awoke. Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard My sons (for they were with me) weep and ask 114 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xxxiii For bread. Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what m
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ase the gaunt wolf, and his whelps. Unto the mountain which forbids the sight Of Lucca to the Pisan. With lean brachs 30 Inquisitive and keen, before him ranged Lanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi. After short course the father and the sons Seemed tired and lagging, and methought I saw The sharp tusks gore their sides. When I awoke. Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard My sons (for they were with me) weep and ask 114 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xxxiii For bread. Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold ; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow ? Now had they wakened ; and the hour drew near When they were wont to bring us food ; the mind Of each misgave him through his dream, and I Heard, at its outlet underneath locked up The horrible tower : whence, uttering not a word, I looked upon the visage of my sons. I wept not: so all stone I felt within. They wept: and one, my little Anselm, cried, Thou lookest so ! Father, what ails thee ? Yet 40. I shed no tear, nor answered all that day 50 Nor the next night, until another sun Came out upon the world. When a faint beam Had to our doleful prison made its way. And in four countenances I descried The image of my own, on either hand Through agony I bit; and they, who thought I did it through desire of feeding, rose 0 the sudden, and cried, Father, we should griev^e Far less, if thou wouldst eat of us : thou gavest These weeds of miserable flesh we wear ; 60 And do thou strip them off from us again. Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down My spirit in stillness. That day and the next We all were silent. Ah, obdurate earth ! Lines 38-97] HELL 115 Why opendst not upon us ? When we cameTo the fourth day, then Gaddo at my feetOutstretched did fling him, crying, Hast no help For me, my father ! There he died ; and eenPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the threeFall one by one twixt the fifth day and sixth:Whence I betook
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