The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ith humble heart, that he unbar the bolt. Piously at his holy feet devolvedI cast me, praying him for pitys sakeThat he would open to me ; but first fell 100 Thrice on my bosom prostrate. Seven timesThe letter, that denotes the inward stain,He, on my forehead, with the blunted pointOf his drawn sword, inscribed. And Look, he cried,* When entered, that thou wash these scars away. Ashes, or earth taen dry out of the of one colour with the robe he underneath that vestment forth he drewTwo keys, of metal twain
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . ith humble heart, that he unbar the bolt. Piously at his holy feet devolvedI cast me, praying him for pitys sakeThat he would open to me ; but first fell 100 Thrice on my bosom prostrate. Seven timesThe letter, that denotes the inward stain,He, on my forehead, with the blunted pointOf his drawn sword, inscribed. And Look, he cried,* When entered, that thou wash these scars away. Ashes, or earth taen dry out of the of one colour with the robe he underneath that vestment forth he drewTwo keys, of metal twain : the one was fellow silver. With the pallid first, no ^ Lines 62-131] PURGATORY 153 And next the burnished, he so plyed the to content me well. Whenever oneFaileth of these, that in the key-hole straightIt turn not, to this alley then expectAccess in vain. Such were the words he spake. One is more precious : but the other needsSkill and sagacity, large share of each,Ere its good task to disengage the knotBe worthily performed. From Peter these. I hold, of him instructed that I err 120 Rather in opening, than in keeping fast;So but the suppliant at my feet implore. Then of that hallowed gate he thrust the door,Exclaiming, Enter, but this warning hear:He forth again departs who looks behind. As in the hinges of that sacred wardThe swivels turned, sonorous metal was the grating ; nor so surlilyRoared the Tarpeian, when by force bereftOf good Metellus, thenceforth from his loss 130 To leanness doomed. Attentively I turned. 154 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto ix Listening the thunder that first issued forth ; And We praise thee, 0 God, methought 1 heard. In accents blended with sweet melody. The strains came oer mine ear, een as the sound Of choral voices, that in solemn chant With organ mingle, and, now high and clear Come swelling, now float indistmct away. CANTO X ARGUMENT Being admitted at the gate of ^^^^^ ^^^JZ^tA::^^^up the rock, till tbey reach an ^
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