Epic poetry, Italian -- Translations into English; Hell -- Poetry; Italian poetry -- To 1400 -- Translations into English
whom thou now hast said, so that I may see the gate of St. Peter, and
those whom thou makest so afflicted.”
[1] Of whom the hound is the symbol, and to whom Dante looked for the
deliverance of Italy from the discorda and misrule that made her
wretched, is still matter of doubt, after centuries of controversy.
[2] Fallen, humiliated.
Then he moved on, and I behind him kept.
CANTO II.
Dante, doubtful of his own powers, is discouraged at the outset.—Virgil
cheers him by telling him that he has been sent to his aid by a blessed
Spirit from Heaven.—Dante casts off fear, and the poets proceed.
The day was going, and the dusky air was taking the living things that
are on earth from their fatigues, and I alone was preparing to sustain
the war alike of the road, and of the woe which the mind that erreth
not shall retrace. O Muses, O lofty genius, now assist me! O mind that
didst inscribe that which I saw, here shall thy nobility appear! I
began:—“Poet, that guidest me, consider my virtue, if it is sufficient,
ere to the deep pass thou trustest me. Thou sayest that the parent of
Silvius while still corruptible went to the immortal world and was
there in the body. Wherefore if the Adversary of every ill was then
courteous, thinking on the high effect that should proceed from him,
and on the Who and the What,[1] it seemeth not unmeet to the man of
understanding; for in the empyreal heaven he had been chosen for father
of revered Rome and of her empire; both which (to say truth indeed)
were ordained for the holy place where the successor of the greater
Peter hath his seat. Through this going, whereof thou givest him vaunt,
he learned things which were the cause of his victory and of the papal
mantle. Afterward the Chosen Vessel went thither to bring thence
comfort to that faith which is the beginning of the way of salvation.
But I, why go I thither? or who concedes it? I am not Aeneas, I am not
Paul; me worthy of this, neither I nor others think; wherefore if I
give myself up to go, I fear lest the going may be mad. Thou art wise,
thou understandest better than I speak.”
[1] Who he was, and what should result.
And as is he who unwills what he willed, and because of new thoughts
changes his design, so that he quite withdraws from beginning, such I
became on that dark hillside: wherefore in my thought I abandoned the
enterprise which had been so hasty in the beginning.
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