The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, PurgatoryDante Alighieri
Philosophy
The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, Purgatory
Dante Alighieri
Epic poetry, Italian -- Translations into English; Italian poetry -- To 1400 -- Translations into English
[5] Little towns on the Genoese sea-coast.
[6] The Lavagna, from which stream the Fieschi derived their title of
Counts of Lavagna.
[7] Its chief boast.
[8] Others may be greater, but none more humiliating.
I had knelt down and wished to speak; but when I began, and he became
aware, only by listening, of my reverence, “What cause,” said he, “hath
bent thee thus downward?” And I to him, “Because of your dignity my
conscience stung me for standing.” “Straighten thy legs, and lift thee
up, brother,” he replied; “err not, fellow servant of one power am I
with thee and with the rest.[1] If ever thou hast understood that holy
gospel sound which says neque nubent,[2] thou mayst well see why I
speak thus. Now go thy way. I will not that thou longer stop; for thy
stay hinders my weeping, with which I ripen that which thou hast said.
A grandchild I have on earth who is named Alagia,[3] good in herself,
if only our house make her not wicked by example; and she alone remains
to me yonder.”[4]
[1] And I fell at His feet to worship him. And He said unto me, See
thou do it not: I am thy fellow servant.”—Revelation xix. 10.
[2] They neither marry.”—Matthew, xxii. 80. The distinctions of earths
do not exist in the spiritual world.
[3] Alagia was the wife of the Marquis Moroello Malaspina. See the
close of Canto VIII. Dante had probably seen her in 1306, when he was a
guest of the house, in the Lunigiana.
[4] Not that she was his only living relative, but the only one whose
prayers, coming from a good heart, would avail him.
CANTO XX.
Fifth Ledge: the Avaricious.—The Spirits celebrate examples of Poverty
and Bounty.—Hugh Capet.—His discourse on his descendants.—Trembling of
the Mountain.
Against a better will the will fights ill: wherefore against my own
pleasure, in order to please him, I drew from the water the sponge not
full.
I moved on, and my Leader moved on through the space vacant only
alongside of the rock, as upon a wall one goes close to the
battlements. For on the other side the people, that through their eyes
are pouring drop by drop the evil that possesses all the world,
approach too near the edge.[1]
[1] Too close to leave a space for walking.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account