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Of my own comrades—yet though weak of hand
Speak cheerfully, that so ye may awaken
The courage of my friends with your blithe words.
This I will do with peril of my life,
And blind you with my exhortations, Cyclops.
Hasten and thrust,
Ah me! my eye-sight is parched up to cinders.
Ah me! indeed, what woe has fallen upon me!
What are you roaring out, Cyclops!
They creep about you on your left.
Ah! I am mocked! They jeer me in my ills.
Not there! he is a little there beyond you.
Detested wretch! where are you 1
Far from you I keep with care this body of Ulysses.
What do you say 1 You proffer a new name.
My father named me so; and I have taken
A full revenge for your unnatural feast;
I should have done ill to have burned down Troy,
And not revenged the murder of my comrade*.
Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished;
I bid thee weep—consider what I say,
Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone
And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now,
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
Pan loved his neighbour Echo—but that child
weeping. As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr; The Satyr, Lyda—and thus love consumed
them.— And thus to each—which was a woeful matter— To bear what they inflicted, justice doomed them; For, inasmuch as each might hate the lover. Each, loving, so was hated.—Ye that love not Be warned—in thought turn this example over, That, when ye love, the like return ye prove not,
SONNET FROM THE ITALIAN OF DANTE.
DANTE ALIGHIERI TO OCIDO CAVALCANTI.
Gcido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I,
That even satiety should still enhance
THE "MAGICO PRODIGIOSO" OF CALDERON.
Cvpiu.xn at a Student ,■ Clarin and Moscon at poor Scholars, with books,
In the sweet solitude of this calm place,
This intricate wild wilderness of trees
And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants,
Leave me ; the books you brought out of the house
To me are ever best society.
And whilst with glorious festival and song
Antioch now celebrates the consecration
Of a proud temple to great Jupiter,
And bears his image in loud jubilee
To its new shrine, I would consume what still
Lives of the dying day, in studious thought,
Far from the throng and turmoil. You, my friends,
Go and enjoy the festival ; it will
Be worth the labour, and return for me
When the sun seeks its grave among the billows,
Which among dim grey clouds on the horizon
Dance like white plumes upon a hearse ;—and here
I shall expect you.
I cannot bring my mind, Great as my haste to see the festival Certainly is, to leave you, Sir, without Just saying some three or four hundred words. How is it possible that on a day Of such festivity, you can bring your mind To come forth to a solitary country With three or four old books, and turn your back On all this mirth t
My master's in the right; There is not anything more tiresome Than a procession day, with troops of men, And dances, and all that.
From first to last, Clarin, you are a temporizing flatterer; You praise not what you feel, but what he does;— Toadeater!
You lie—under a mistake—
To speak truth, Livia is she who has surprised my heart; But he is more than half way there.—Soho! Livia, I come; good sport, Livia, soho!
Now since I am alone, let me examine
The question which has lone disturbed my mind
With doubt, since first I read in Plinius
The word's of mystic import and deep senw
In which he defines God. My intellect
Can find no God with whom these mark? and J>?»
Fitly agree. It is a hidden truth •
Which 1 must fathom.
Enter the D*vil, as a fint OtnUtman.
Search even as thou wilt. But thou shalt never find what I can hide.
What noise is that among the boughs! Whom*"" What art thou 1—
Tis a foreign gendenun. Even from this morning I have lost my w»>
In this wild place, and my poor horse, at last
Tis singular, that, even within the sight
And such is ignorance 1 Even in the sight
No ;—and yet I know enough Not to be wholly ignorant.
Pray, Sir, What science may yon know!—
Alas! Much pains must we expend on one alone, And even then attain it not;—but you Have the presumption to assert that you Know many without study.
And with truth. For, in the country whence I come, sciences Require no learning,—they are known.
Oh, would I were of that bright country! for in this The more we study, we the more discover Our ignorance.
It is so true, that I Had so much arrogance as to oppose The chair of the most high Professorship, And obtained many votes, and though I lost, The attempt was still more glorious than the
failure Could be dishonourable: if you believe not,
Let us refer it to dispute respecting
The offer gives me pleasure. I am now
It is a passage, if I recollect it right, couched in these words: "God is one supreme goodness, one pure essence, One substance, and one sense, all sight, all hands."
I do not recognize among the Gods
The God defined by Plinius: if he must
Bo supreme goodness, even Jupiter
Is not supremely good; because we see
His deeds are evil, and his attributes
Tainted with mortal weakness. In what manner
Can supreme goodness be consistent with
The passions of humanity?
The wisdom Of the old world masked with the names of Gods The attributes of Nature and of Man; A sort of popular philosophy.
This reply will not satisfy me, for
Such awe is due to the high name of God,
That ill should never be imputed. Then,
Examining the question with more care,
It follows, that the gods should always will
That which is best, were they supremely good.
How then docs one will one thing—one another!
And you may not say that I allege
Poetical or philosophic learning:—
Consider the ambiguous responses
Of their oracular statues; from two shrines
Two armies shall obtain the assurance of
One victory. Is it not indisputable
That two contending wills can never lead
To the same end! And, being opposite,
If one be good is not the other evil 1
Evil in God is inconceivable;
But supreme goodness fails among the gods
Without their union.
I deny your major.
That I admit, and yet that God should not
Assure the victory, it would be enough
To attain the end,
Dxmon. These trifling contradictions Do not suffice to impugn the unity Of the high gods; in things of great importance They still appear unanimous; consider That glorious fabric—man, his workmanship, Is stamped with one conception.
Who made man Must have, methinks, the advantage of the others. If they are equal, might they not have risen In opposition to the work, and being All hands, according to our author here, Have still destroyed even as the other made? If equal in their power, and only unequal In opportunity, which of the two Will remain conqueror!
On impossible And false hypothesis, there can be built No argument. Say, what do you infer From this I
That there must be a mighty God Of supreme goodness and of highest grace, AH sight, all hands, all truth, infallible, Without an equal and without a rival; The cause of all things and the effect of nothing, One power, one will, one substance,and one essence. And in whatever persons, one or two, His attributes may be distinguished, one Sovereign power, one solitary essence, One cause of all cause.
[.They rise. D.EMON.
How can I impugn So clear a consequence!
n.«MON. Who but regrets a check In rivalry of wit! I could reply And urge new difficulties, but wul now Depart, for I hear steps of men appnaclir;. And it is time that I should now pursue My journey to the city.
Go in peace!
Remain in peace! Since thus it pro6ts him
I nwr Met a more learned person. Let me now Revolve this doubt again with careful mind.
Enter Lklio and Flow. LELIO. Here stop. Those toppling rocks and Bt^ Impenetrable by the noonday beam, [l«s& Shall be sole witnesses of what'