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MIDWAY upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. A panther light and swift exceedingly, Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er! But not so much, that did not give me fear A lion's aspect which appeared to me.And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings Seemed to be laden in her meagreness, And many folk has caused to live forlorn! Now, art thou that Virgilius and that fountain Which spreads abroad so wide a river of speech?

In the third circle am I of the rain Eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy; Its law and quality are never new. Huge hail, and water sombre-hued, and snow, Athwart the tenebrous air pour down amain; Noisome the earth is, that receiveth this. Cerberus, monster cruel and uncouth, With his three gullets like a dog is barking Over the people that are there submerged. You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco; For the pernicious sin of gluttony I as thou seest, am hattered bv this rain And I, sad soul

PAPE. Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe! Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began; As doth the billow there upon Charybdis, That breaks itself on that which it encounters, So here the folk must dance their roundelay. Here saw I people, more than elsewhere, many, On one side and the other, with great howls, Rolling weights forward by main force of chest. They clashed together, and then at that point Each one turned backward, rolling retrograde, Crying,Why keepest? and,Why squanderest thou? Thus they ret

We crossed the circle to the other bank, Near to a fount that boils, and pours itself Along a gully that runs out of it. The water was more sombre far than perse;Said the good Master: Son, thou now beholdest The souls of those whom anger overcame; And likewise I would nave thee know for certain Beneath the water people are who sigh And make this water bubble at the surface, As the eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turns. Phlegyas. Philippo Argenti! While we were running through the dead canal, Upros

The fire eternal That kindles them within makes them look red, As thou beholdest in this nether Hell. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, Who had the limbs of women and their mien, And with the greenest hydras were begirt; Small serpents and cerastes were their tresses, Wherewith their horrid temples were entwined. And on the border of the broken chasm The infamy of Crete was stretched along, Who was conceived in the fictitious cow. The river of blood, within which boiling is Whoe'er b

THERE is a place in Hell called Malebolge Within this place, down shaken from the back Of Geryon Down at the bottom were the sinners naked; This side the middle came they facing us, Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps; This side and that, along the livid stone Beheld I horned demons with great scourges, Who cruelly were beating them behind. I saw upon the sides and on the bottom The livid stone with perforations filled, All of one size, and every one was round. Out of the mouth of each on

But lightly in the abyss, which swallows up Judas with Lucifer, he put us down; Whereat I turned me round, and saw before me And underfoot a lake, that from the frost The semblance had of glass, and not of water. Livid, as far down as where shame appears, Were the disconsolate shades within the ice, Setting their teeth unto the note of storks. Clamp never bound together wood with wood So strongly; whereat they, like two he-goats, Butted together, so much wrath o'ercame them. And even as bread th

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