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Dante and Virgil

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When lost Francesca sobbed her broken tale     Of love and sin and boundless agony,     While that wan spirit by her side did wail     And bite his lips for utter misery     The grief which could not speak, nor hear, nor see     So tender grew the superhuman face     Of one who listened, that a mighty trace     Of superhuman woe gave way, and pale     The sudden light up-struggled to its place;     While all his limbs began to faint and fail     With such excess of pity. But, behind,     The Roman Virgil stood the calm, the wise     With not a shadow in his regal eyes,     A stately type of all his stately kind.

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