Translated by Henry Francis Cary
Selections from “The Divine Comedy”
Paradise: Canto XXXI.
IN fashion, as a snow-white rose, lay then
Before my view the saintly multitude,
Which is his own blood Christ espoused. Meanwhile,
That other host, that soar aloft to gaze
And celebrate his glory, whom they love,
Hovered around; and, like a...
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Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!
Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!
"Departed" — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found,
Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the...No matter where the Saints abide,
They make their Circuit fair
Behold how great a Firmament
Accompanies a Star.