Translations: Dante - Inferno, Canto Xxvi Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Florence rejoice For thou o'er land and sea	A
So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee	A
Hath reached no less into the depths of Hell	B
So noble were the five I found to dwell	B
Therein thy sons whence shame accrues to me	A
And no great praise is thine but if it be	A
That truth unveil in dreamings before dawn	C
Then is the vengeful hour not far withdrawn	C
When Prato shall exult within her walls	D
To see thy suffering Whate'er befalls	D
Let it come soon since come it must for later	E
Each year would see my grief for thee the greater	E
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We left and once more up the craggy side	F
By the blind steps of our descent my guide	F
Remounting drew me on So we pursued	G
The rugged path through that steep solitude	G
Where rocks and splintered fragments strewed the land	H
So thick that foot availed not without hand	H
Grief filled me then and still great sorrow stirs	I
My heart as oft as memory recurs	I
To what I saw that more and more I rein	J
My natural powers and curb them lest they strain	J
Where Virtue guide not that if some good star	K
Or better thing have made them what they are	K
That good I may not grudge nor turn to ill	L
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As when reclining on some verdant hill	L
What season the hot sun least veils his power	E
That lightens all and in that gloaming hour	E
The fly resigns to the shrill gnat even then	M
As rustic looking down sees o'er the glen	M
Vineyard or tilth where lies his husbandry	A
Fireflies innumerable sparkle so to me	A
Come where its mighty depth unfolded straight	N
With flames no fewer seemed to scintillate	N
The shades of the eighth pit And as to him	O
Whose wrongs the bears avenged dim and more dim	O
Elijah's chariot seemed when to the skies	I
Uprose the heavenly steeds and still his eyes	I
Strained following them till naught remained in view	P
But flame like a thin cloud against the blue	P
So here the melancholy gulf within	Q
Wandered these flames concealing each its sin	Q
Yet each a fiery integument	N
Wrapped round a sinner	E
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On the bridge intent	N
Gazing I stood and grasped its flinty side	N
Or else unpushed had fallen And my guide	N
Observing me so moved spake saying Behold	N
Where swathed each in his unconsuming fold	N
The spirits lie confined Whom answering	R
Master I said thy words assurance bring	R
To that which I already had supposed	N
And I was fain to ask who lies enclosed	N
In the embrace of that dividing fire	E
Which seems to curl above the fabled pyre	E
Where with his twin born brother fiercely hated	N
Eteocles was laid He answered Mated	N
In punishment as once in wrath they were	E
Ulysses there and Diomed incur	E
The eternal pains there groaning they deplore	S
The ambush of the horse which made the door	S
For Rome's imperial seed to issue there	T
In anguish too they wail the fatal snare	T
Whence dead Deidamia still must grieve	U
Reft of Achilles likewise they receive	U
Due penalty for the Palladium	V
Master I said if in that martyrdom	V
The power of human speech may still be theirs	I
I pray and think it worth a thousand prayers	I
That till this horned flame be come more nigh	W
We may abide here for thou seest that I	W
With great desire incline to it And he	A
Thy prayer deserves great praise which willingly	A
I grant but thou refrain from speaking leave	U
That task to me for fully I conceive	U
What thing thou wouldst and it might fall perchance	I
That these being Greeks would scorn thine utterance	I
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So when the flame had come where time and place	I
Seemed not unfitting to my guide with grace	I
To question thus he spoke at my desire	E
O ye that are two souls within one fire	E
If in your eyes some merit I have won	X
Merit or more or less for tribute done	X
When in the world I framed my lofty verse	I
Move not but fain were we that one rehearse	I
By what strange fortunes to his death he came	Y
The elder crescent of the antique flame	Y
Began to wave as in the upper air	T
A flame is tempest tortured here and there	T
Tossing its angry height and in its sound	N
As human speech it suddenly had found	N
Rolled forth a voice of thunder saying When	M
The twelvemonth past in Circe's halls again	M
I left Gaeta's strand ere thither came	Y
Aeneas and had given it that name	Y
Not love of son nor filial reverence	I
Nor that affection that might recompense	I
The weary vigil of Penelope	A
Could so far quench the hot desire in me	A
To prove more wonders of the teeming earth	Z
Of human frailty and of manly worth	Z
In one small bark and with the faithful band	N
That all awards had shared of Fortune's hand	N
I launched once more upon the open main	J
Both shores I visited as far as Spain	J
Sardinia and Morocco and what more	S
The midland sea upon its bosom wore	S
The hour of our lives was growing late	N
When we arrived before that narrow strait	N
Where Hercules had set his bounds to show	A2
That there Man's foot shall pause and further none shall go	A2
Borne with the gale past Seville on the right	N
And on the left now swept by Ceuta's site	N
Brothers ' I cried that into the far West	N
Through perils numberless are now addressed	N
In this brief respite that our mortal sense	I
Yet hath shrink not from new experience	I
But sailing still against the setting sun	X
Seek we new worlds where Man has never won	X
Before us Ponder your proud destinies	I
Born were ye not like brutes for swinish ease	I
But virtue and high knowledge to pursue '	-
My comrades with such zeal did I imbue	P
By these brief words that scarcely could I then	M
Have turned them from their purpose so again	M
We set out poop against the morning sky	W
And made our oars as wings wherewith to fly	W
Into the Unknown And ever from the right	N
Our course deflecting in the balmy night	N
All southern stars we saw and ours so low	A2
That scarce above the sea marge it might show	A2
So five revolving periods the soft	N
Pale light had robbed of Cynthia and as oft	N
Replenished since our start when far and dim	O
Over the misty ocean's utmost rim	O
Rose a great mountain that for very height	N
Passed any I had seen Boundless delight	N
Filled us alas and quickly turned to dole	B2
For springing from our scarce discovered goal	B2
A whirlwind struck the ship in circles three	A
It whirled us helpless in the eddying sea	A
High on the fourth the fragile stern uprose	A
The bow drove down and as Another chose	A
Over our heads we heard the surging billows close	A

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Translations: Dante - Inferno, Canto Xxvi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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