Читать книгу The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso (3 Classic Unabridged Translations in one eBook: Cary's + Longfellow's + Norton's Translation + Original Illustrations by Gustave Doré) - Dante Alighieri - Страница 51

After their courteous greetings joyfully

Sev'n times exchang'd, Sordello backward drew

Exclaiming, "Who are ye?" "Before this mount

By spirits worthy of ascent to God

Was sought, my bones had by Octavius' care

Been buried. I am Virgil, for no sin

Depriv'd of heav'n, except for lack of faith."

So answer'd him in few my gentle guide.

As one, who aught before him suddenly

Beholding, whence his wonder riseth, cries

"It is yet is not," wav'ring in belief;

Such he appear'd; then downward bent his eyes,

And drawing near with reverential step,

Caught him, where of mean estate might clasp

His lord. "Glory of Latium!" he exclaim'd,

"In whom our tongue its utmost power display'd!

Boast of my honor'd birth-place! what desert

Of mine, what favour rather undeserv'd,

Shows thee to me? If I to hear that voice

Am worthy, say if from below thou com'st

And from what cloister's pale?"—"Through every orb

Of that sad region," he reply'd, "thus far

Am I arriv'd, by heav'nly influence led

And with such aid I come. There is a place

There underneath, not made by torments sad,

But by dun shades alone; where mourning's voice

Sounds not of anguish sharp, but breathes in sighs."