The Divine Comedy By Dante: The Vision Of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto Xix Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Woe to thee Simon Magus woe to you	A
His wretched followers who the things of God	B
Which should be wedded unto goodness them	C
Rapacious as ye are do prostitute	D
For gold and silver in adultery	E
Now must the trumpet sound for you since yours	F
Is the third chasm Upon the following vault	G
We now had mounted where the rock impends	F
Directly o'er the centre of the foss	F
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Wisdom Supreme how wonderful the art	H
Which thou dost manifest in heaven in earth	I
And in the evil world how just a meed	H
Allotting by thy virtue unto all	J
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I saw the livid stone throughout the sides	F
And in its bottom full of apertures	F
All equal in their width and circular each	K
Nor ample less nor larger they appear'd	H
Than in Saint John's fair dome of me belov'd	H
Those fram'd to hold the pure baptismal streams	F
One of the which I brake some few years past	H
To save a whelming infant and be this	F
A seal to undeceive whoever doubts	F
The motive of my deed From out the mouth	L
Of every one emerg'd a sinner's feet	H
And of the legs high upward as the calf	M
The rest beneath was hid On either foot	H
The soles were burning whence the flexile joints	F
Glanc'd with such violent motion as had snapt	H
Asunder cords or twisted withs As flame	N
Feeding on unctuous matter glides along	O
The surface scarcely touching where it moves	F
So here from heel to point glided the flames	F
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Master say who is he than all the rest	H
Glancing in fiercer agony on whom	P
A ruddier flame doth prey I thus inquir'd	H
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If thou be willing he replied that I	Q
Carry thee down where least the slope bank falls	F
He of himself shall tell thee and his wrongs	F
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I then As pleases thee to me is best	H
Thou art my lord and know'st that ne'er I quit	H
Thy will what silence hides that knowest thou	R
Thereat on the fourth pier we came we turn'd	H
And on our left descended to the depth	S
A narrow strait and perforated close	F
Nor from his side my leader set me down	T
Till to his orifice he brought whose limb	U
Quiv'ring express'd his pang Whoe'er thou art	H
Sad spirit thus revers'd and as a stake	V
Driv'n in the soil I in these words began	W
If thou be able utter forth thy voice	F
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There stood I like the friar that doth shrive	M
A wretch for murder doom'd who e'en when fix'd	H
Calleth him back whence death awhile delays	F
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He shouted Ha already standest there	X
Already standest there O Boniface	F
By many a year the writing play'd me false	F
So early dost thou surfeit with the wealth	Y
For which thou fearedst not in guile to take	V
The lovely lady and then mangle her	Z
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I felt as those who piercing not the drift	H
Of answer made them stand as if expos'd	H
In mockery nor know what to reply	Q
When Virgil thus admonish'd Tell him quick	A2
I am not he not he whom thou believ'st	H
	-
And I as was enjoin'd me straight replied	H
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That heard the spirit all did wrench his feet	H
And sighing next in woeful accent spake	V
What then of me requirest If to know	B2
So much imports thee who I am that thou	R
Hast therefore down the bank descended learn	C2
That in the mighty mantle I was rob'd	H
And of a she bear was indeed the son	D2
So eager to advance my whelps that there	X
My having in my purse above I stow'd	H
And here myself Under my head are dragg'd	H
The rest my predecessors in the guilt	H
Of simony Stretch'd at their length they lie	Q
Along an opening in the rock 'Midst them	C
I also low shall fall soon as he comes	F
For whom I took thee when so hastily	E
I question'd But already longer time	E2
Hath pass'd since my souls kindled and I thus	F
Upturn'd have stood than is his doom to stand	H
Planted with fiery feet For after him	U
One yet of deeds more ugly shall arrive	M
From forth the west a shepherd without law	F2
Fated to cover both his form and mine	G2
He a new Jason shall be call'd of whom	P
In Maccabees we read and favour such	H2
As to that priest his king indulgent show'd	H
Shall be of France's monarch shown to him	U
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I know not if I here too far presum'd	H
But in this strain I answer'd Tell me now	R
What treasures from St Peter at the first	H
Our Lord demanded when he put the keys	F
Into his charge Surely he ask'd no more	I2
But Follow me Nor Peter nor the rest	H
Or gold or silver of Matthias took	J2
When lots were cast upon the forfeit place	F
Of the condemned soul Abide thou then	K2
Thy punishment of right is merited	H
And look thou well to that ill gotten coin	L2
Which against Charles thy hardihood inspir'd	H
If reverence of the keys restrain'd me not	H
Which thou in happier time didst hold I yet	H
Severer speech might use Your avarice	F
O'ercasts the world with mourning under foot	H
Treading the good and raising bad men up	M2
Of shepherds like to you th' Evangelist	H
Was ware when her who sits upon the waves	F
With kings in filthy whoredom he beheld	H
She who with seven heads tower'd at her birth	I
And from ten horns her proof of glory drew	A
Long as her spouse in virtue took delight	H
Of gold and silver ye have made your god	H
Diff'ring wherein from the idolater	A
But he that worships one a hundred ye	E
Ah Constantine to how much ill gave birth	I
Not thy conversion but that plenteous dower	A
Which the first wealthy Father gain'd from thee	E
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Meanwhile as thus I sung he whether wrath	N2
Or conscience smote him violent upsprang	J2
Spinning on either sole I do believe	M
My teacher well was pleas'd with so compos'd	H
A lip he listen'd ever to the sound	H
Of the true words I utter'd In both arms	F
He caught and to his bosom lifting me	E
Upward retrac'd the way of his descent	H
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Nor weary of his weight he press'd me close	F
Till to the summit of the rock we came	N
Our passage from the fourth to the fifth pier	A
His cherish'd burden there gently he plac'd	H
Upon the rugged rock and steep a path	N2
Not easy for the clamb'ring goat to mount	H
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Thence to my view another vale appear'd	H

Dante Alighieri

The Divine Comedy By Dante: The Vision Of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto Xix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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