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Title: The Divine comedy of Dante Alighieri
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Dante Alighieri, 1265-1321 Cary, Henry Francis, 1772-1844
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Publisher: New York : Colonial Press
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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* Of meHe this and more hath learnt; and I am safeThat Lethes water hath not hid it from him. And Beatrice: Some more pressing care,That oft the memory reaves, perchance hath madeHis minds eye dark. But lo, where Eunoe flows!Lead thither; and, as thou art wont, reviveHis fainting virtue. As a courteous spirit,That proffers no excuses, but as soonAs he hath token of anothers will,Makes it his own; when she had taen me, thusThe lovely maiden moved her on, and calldTo Statins, with an air most lady-like: Come thou with him. Were further space allowd,Then, Reader! might I sing, though but in part.That beverage, with whose sweetness I had neerBeen sated. But, since all the leaves are full.Appointed for this second strain, mine artWith warning bridle checks me. I returndFrom the most holy wave, regenerate, Een as new plants renewd with foliage new,Pure and made apt for mounting to the stars. m.-i .^^ Mki r-i^l^t:. DANTE AND BEATRICE. Photogravure from the original painting by Henry Holiday.
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PARADISE CANTO I Argument.—^The Poet ascends with Beatrice toward the first heaven;and is, by her, resolved of certain doubts which arise in his mind. HIS glory, by whose might all things are moved,Pierces the universe, and in one partSheds more resplendence, elsewhere less. In Heaven,That largeliest of his light partakes, was I,Witness of things, which, to relate again,Surpasseth power of him who comes from thence;For that, so near approaching its desire,Our intellect is to such depth absorbd.That memory cannot follow. Nathless all.That in my thoughts I of that sacred realmCould store, shall now be matter of my song.Benign Apollo! this last labor aid;And make me such a vessel of thy worth, ,i As thy own laurel claims, of me beloved. Thus far ^ hath one of steep Parnassus brows i Sufficed me; henceforth, there is need of both ! For my remaining enterprise. Do thou ^ \ Enter into my bosom, and there breathe I So, as when Marsyas by thy hand was dragged • Forth from his limbs, unshe

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