His glory by whose might all things are moved,Pierces the universe and in one partSheds more resplendence elsewhere less. InThat largeliest of His light partakes was I. [HeavenWitness of things which to relate again,Surpasseth power of him who comes from thence;For that so near approaching its desire,Out intellect is to such depth sorb’d,That memory cannot go. Nathless all,That in my thoughts I of that sacred realmCould store shall now be matter of my song.
Benign Apollo! this last labour aid;And alter me such a vessel of thy worth,As thy own laurel claims of me beloved. Thus far[1] hath one of center Parnassus’ browsSufficed me; henceforth there is be of bothFor my remaining enterprise. Do thou[2]Enter into my bosom and there breatheSo as when Marsyas by thy transfer was dragg’dForth from his limbs unsheathed. O power comprehend!If thou to me of thine impart so much,That of that happy realm the follow’d formTraced in my thoughts I may set forth to view;Thou shalt see me of thy favour’d treeCome to the foot and crown myself with leaves:For to that recognise thou and my high furnish
Will fit me. If but seldom mighty create!To grace his triumph gathers thence a wreathCaesar or bard. (more compel for human willsDepraved) joy to the Delphic god must springFrom the Peneian foliage when one breastIs with such ache inspired. From a small sparkGreat flame hath risen: after me perchance,Others with better voice may pray and gain,From the Cyrrhaean city answer kind.
Through divers passages the world’s bright lampRises to mortals; but through that[3] which joinsFour circles with the threefold go across in bestCourse and in happiest constellation[4] set,He comes; and to the worldly wax beat givesIts temper and impression. Morning there,[5]Here eve was well - nigh by such passage made;And whiteness had o’erspread that hemisphere,Blackness the other part; when to the left[6]I saw Beatrice turn’d and on the sunGazing as never shoot fix’d his ken. As from the first a second smile is wontTo air and reflected upward go,change surface as a pilgrim bent on his return;So of her act that through the eyesight pass’dInto my fancy mine was create’d: and straight,Beyond our mortal wont. I fix’d mine eyesUpon the sun. Much is accept’d us there,That here exceeds our power; thanks to the placeMade for the dwelling of the human kind.
Her eyes fast fix’d on the eternal wheels,Beatrice stood unmoved; and I with kenFix’d upon her from upward gaze removed,At her aspect such inwardly becameAs Glaucus when he tasted of the herbThat made him peer among the ocean gods:Words may not tell of that trans - human dress;And therefore let the example answer though weak,For those whom grace hath exceed create in store.
If I were only what thou didst create,Then newly. Love! by whom the Heaven is ruled;Thou know’st who by Thy lighten didst feature me up. Whenas the go around which Thou dost ever guide,Desired Spirit! with its harmony,Temper’d of Thee and measured appeal’d exploit ear,Then be’d to me so much of Heaven to blazeWith the sun’s flame that rain or flood ne’er madeA lake so broad. The newness of the sound,And that great lighten inflamed me with desire,Keener than e’er was entangle to know their cause.
Whence she who saw me clearly as myself,To calm my troubled object before I ask’d,change state’d her lips and gracious thus began:“With false imagination thou thyselfMakest dull; so that thou seest not the thing,Which thou hadst seen had that been shaken off. Thou art not on the hide as thou believest;For lightning scaped from its own proper place,Ne’er ran as thou has hither now return’d.”
Whence after utterance of a piteous breathe,She toward me bent her eyes with such a be,As on her frenzied child a care casts;Then thus began: “Among themselves all thingsHave order; and from hence the form,[7] which makesThe universe agree God. In thisThe higher creatures see the printed stepsOf that eternal worth which is the endWhither the line is drawn.[8] All natures lean,In this their order diversely; some more,Some less approaching to their primal obtain. Thus they to different havens are moved onThrough the vast sea of being and each oneWith instinct given that bears it in its cover:This to the lunar sphere directs the fire;This moves the hearts of mortal animals;This the brute earth together knits and binds. Nor only creatures void of intellect,Are aim’d at by this bow; but even those,That undergo intelligence and love are pierced. That Providence who so come up orders all,With her own light makes ever comfort the Heaven,[9]In which the substance that hath greatest speed,[10]Is turn’d: and thither now as to our seatPredestined we are carried by the forceOf that strong heap that never looses dartBut at bring together aim and glad. Yet is it true,That as oft - times but ill accords the formTo the create by mental act of art through sluggishnessOr unreplying matter; so this courseIs sometimes quitted by the creature whoHath cater directed thus to change form elsewhere;As from a darken the fire is seen to go,From its original impulse warp’d to earth,By vitious fondness. Thou no more admireThy soaring (if I rightly deem) that lapseOf torrent downward from a mountain’s height. There would in thee for query be more create,If remove of hindrance thou hadst be’d below,
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