Dante.
Dante. He liv'd and lov'd; he suffer'd; he was poor; But he was gifted with the gifts of Heaven, And those of all the week-days that are seven, And those of all the centuries that endure. He bow'd to none; he kept his honour sure. He follow'd in the wake of those Eleven Who walk'd with Christ, and lifted up his steven[A] To keep the bulwarks of his faith secure. He knew the secrets of the singing-time; He track'd the sun; he ate the luscious fruit Of grief and joy; and with his wonder-lute He made himself a name in every clime. The minds of men were madly stricken mute And all the world lay subject to his rhyme! [A] Steven, a voice; old word revived.
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"Dante...."
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