The Divine Comedy by Dante: The Vision of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto IV

Broke the deep slumber in my brain a crash     Of heavy thunder, that I shook myself,     As one by main force rous'd.    Risen upright,     My rested eyes I mov'd around, and search'd     With fixed ken to know what place it was,     Wherein I stood.    For certain on the brink     I found me of the lamentable vale,     The dread abyss, that joins a thund'rous sound     Of plaints innumerable.    Dark and deep,     And thick with clouds o'erspread, mine eye in vain     Explor'd its bottom, nor could aught discern.     "Now let us to the blind world there beneath     Descend;" the bard began all pale of look:     "I go the first, and thou shalt follow next."     Then I his alter'd hue perceiving, thus:     "How may I speed, if thou yieldest to dread,     Who still art wont to comfort me in doubt?"     He then: "The anguish of that race below     With pity stains my cheek, which thou for fear     Mistakest.    Let us on.    Our length of way     Urges to haste."    Onward, this said, he mov'd;     And ent'ring led me with him on the bounds     Of the first circle, that surrounds th' abyss.     Here, as mine ear could note, no plaint was heard     Except of sighs, that made th' eternal air     Tremble, not caus'd by tortures, but from grief     Felt by those multitudes, many and vast,     Of men, women, and infants.    Then to me     The gentle guide: "Inquir'st thou not what spirits     Are these, which thou beholdest?    Ere thou pass     Farther, I would thou know, that these of sin     Were blameless; and if aught they merited,     It profits not, since baptism was not theirs,     The portal to thy faith.    If they before     The Gospel liv'd, they serv'd not God aright;     And among such am I. For these defects,     And for no other evil, we are lost;"     "Only so far afflicted, that we live     Desiring without hope."    So grief assail'd     My heart at hearing this, for well I knew     Suspended in that Limbo many a soul     Of mighty worth.    "O tell me, sire rever'd!     Tell me, my master!"    I began through wish     Of full assurance in that holy faith,     Which vanquishes all error; "say, did e'er     Any, or through his own or other's merit,     Come forth from thence, whom afterward was blest?"     Piercing the secret purport of my speech,     He answer'd: "I was new to that estate,     When I beheld a puissant one arrive     Amongst us, with victorious trophy crown'd.     He forth the shade of our first parent drew,     Abel his child, and Noah righteous man,     Of Moses lawgiver for faith approv'd,     Of patriarch Abraham, and David king,     Israel with his sire and with his sons,     Nor without Rachel whom so hard he won,     And others many more, whom he to bliss     Exalted.    Before these, be thou assur'd,     No spirit of human kind was ever sav'd."     We, while he spake, ceas'd not our onward road,     Still passing through the wood; for so I name     Those spirits thick beset.    We were not far     On this side from the summit, when I kenn'd     A flame, that o'er the darken'd hemisphere     Prevailing shin'd.    Yet we a little space     Were distant, not so far but I in part     Discover'd, that a tribe in honour high     That place possess'd.    "O thou, who every art     And science valu'st! who are these, that boast     Such honour, separate from all the rest?"     He answer'd: "The renown of their great names     That echoes through your world above, acquires     Favour in heaven, which holds them thus advanc'd."     Meantime a voice I heard: "Honour the bard     Sublime! his shade returns that left us late!"     No sooner ceas'd the sound, than I beheld     Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps,     Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad.     When thus my master kind began: "Mark him,     Who in his right hand bears that falchion keen,     The other three preceding, as their lord.     This is that Homer, of all bards supreme:     Flaccus the next in satire's vein excelling;     The third is Naso; Lucan is the last.     Because they all that appellation own,     With which the voice singly accosted me,     Honouring they greet me thus, and well they judge."     So I beheld united the bright school     Of him the monarch of sublimest song,     That o'er the others like an eagle soars.     When they together short discourse had held,     They turn'd to me, with salutation kind     Beck'ning me; at the which my master smil'd:     Nor was this all; but greater honour still     They gave me, for they made me of their tribe;     And I was sixth amid so learn'd a band.     Far as the luminous beacon on we pass'd     Speaking of matters, then befitting well     To speak, now fitter left untold.    At foot     Of a magnificent castle we arriv'd,     Seven times with lofty walls begirt, and round     Defended by a pleasant stream.    O'er this     As o'er dry land we pass'd.    Next through seven gates     I with those sages enter'd, and we came     Into a mead with lively verdure fresh.     There dwelt a race, who slow their eyes around     Majestically mov'd, and in their port     Bore eminent authority; they spake     Seldom, but all their words were tuneful sweet.     We to one side retir'd, into a place     Open and bright and lofty, whence each one     Stood manifest to view.    Incontinent     There on the green enamel of the plain     Were shown me the great spirits, by whose sight     I am exalted in my own esteem.     Electra there I saw accompanied     By many, among whom Hector I knew,     Anchises' pious son, and with hawk's eye     Caesar all arm'd, and by Camilla there     Penthesilea.    On the other side     Old King Latinus, seated by his child     Lavinia, and that Brutus I beheld,     Who Tarquin chas'd, Lucretia, Cato's wife     Marcia, with Julia and Cornelia there;     And sole apart retir'd, the Soldan fierce.     Then when a little more I rais'd my brow,     I spied the master of the sapient throng,     Seated amid the philosophic train.     Him all admire, all pay him rev'rence due.     There Socrates and Plato both I mark'd,     Nearest to him in rank; Democritus,     Who sets the world at chance, Diogenes,     With Heraclitus, and Empedocles,     And Anaxagoras, and Thales sage,     Zeno, and Dioscorides well read     In nature's secret lore.    Orpheus I mark'd     And Linus, Tully and moral Seneca,     Euclid and Ptolemy, Hippocrates,     Galenus, Avicen, and him who made     That commentary vast, Averroes.     Of all to speak at full were vain attempt;     For my wide theme so urges, that ofttimes     My words fall short of what bechanc'd.    In two     The six associates part.    Another way     My sage guide leads me, from that air serene,     Into a climate ever vex'd with storms:     And to a part I come where no light shines.