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    Divine Comedy (Volume II): Illustrated Hell
    Divine Comedy (Volume II): Illustrated Hell
    Divine Comedy (Volume II): Illustrated Hell
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    Divine Comedy (Volume II): Illustrated Hell

    By Murat Ukray and Dante Alighieri

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    The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa" — "at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe," Paradiso, XXXIII, 142).


    "IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.." (Dante)


    IN the midway of this our mortal life,
    I found me in a gloomy wood, astray
    Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell
    It were no easy task, how savage wild
    That forest, how robust and rough its growth,
    Which to remember only, my dismay
    Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
    Yet to discourse of what there good befell,
    All else will I relate discover'd there.
    How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,
    Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd
    My senses down, when the true path I left,
    But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd
    The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,
    I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad
    Already vested with that planet's beam,
    Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.


    Then was a little respite to the fear,
    That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,
    All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:
    And as a man, with difficult short breath,
    Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,
    Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands
    At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd
    Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,
    That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frame
    After short pause recomforted, again
    I journey'd on over that lonely steep,
    The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascent
    Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,
    And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,
    Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove
    To check my onward going; that ofttimes
    With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.



       About Dante:


      Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature.


    In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet") or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as "the three fountains" or "the three crowns". Dante is also called the "Father of the Italian language".

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    Release dateApr 4, 2015
    ISBN9786155529719
    Divine Comedy (Volume II): Illustrated Hell
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    Murat Ukray

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      Divine Comedy (Volume II) - Murat Ukray

      Divine Comedy (Volume II): Hell

      {Illustrated}

      By

      Dante Alighieri

      Translated by H. F. Cary

      Illustrated by Murat Ukray

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      About Author

      Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature.

      In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta (the Supreme Poet) or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as the three fountains or the three crowns. Dante is also called the Father of the Italian language.

      * * * * *

      Preface (About the Book)

      The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa — at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe, Paradiso, XXXIII, 142).

      Dante, poised between the mountain of purgatory and the city of Florence, displays the incipit Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita in a detail of Domenico di Michelino's painting, Florence, 1465.

      Dante Alighieri, attributed to Giotto, in the chapel of the Bargello palace in Florence. This oldest picture of Dante was painted just prior to his exile and has since been heavily restored.

      Table of Contents

      Divine Comedy (Volume II): Hell {Illustrated}

      About Author

      Preface (About the Book)

      Table of Contents

      Canto I

      Canto II

      Canto III

      Canto IV

      Canto V

      Canto VI

      Canto VII

      Canto VIII

      Canto IX

      Canto X

      Canto XI

      Canto XII

      Canto XIII

      Canto XIV

      Canto XV

      Canto XVI

      Canto XVII

      Canto XVIII

      Canto XIX

      Canto XX

      Canto XXI

      Canto XXII

      Canto XXIII

      Canto XXIV

      Canto XXV

      Canto XXVI

      Canto XXVII

      Canto XXVIII

      Canto XXIX

      Canto XXX

      Canto XXXI

      Canto XXXII

      Canto XXXIII

      Canto XXXIV

      DIVINE COMEDY-II & HELL

      From: THE VISION

      OF

      HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE

      BY

      DANTE ALIGHIERI

      {Illustrated Hell}

      WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY

      Murat UKRAY {e-Kitap Projesi}

      IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.. (Dante)

      Dante Alighieri, attributed to Giotto, in the chapel of the Bargello palace in Florence. This oldest picture of Dante was painted just prior to his exile and has since been heavily restored.

      Canto I

      IN the midway of this our mortal life,

      I found me in a gloomy wood, astray

      Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell

      It were no easy task, how savage wild

      That forest, how robust and rough its growth,

      Which to remember only, my dismay

      Renews, in bitterness not far from death.

      Yet to discourse of what there good befell,

      All else will I relate discover'd there.

      How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,

      Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd

      My senses down, when the true path I left,

      But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd

      The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,

      I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad

      Already vested with that planet's beam,

      Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.

      Then was a little respite to the fear,

      That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,

      All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:

      And as a man, with difficult short breath,

      Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,

      Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands

      At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd

      Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,

      That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frame

      After short pause recomforted, again

      I journey'd on over that lonely steep,

      The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascent

      Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,

      And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,

      Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove

      To check my onward going; that ofttimes

      With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.

      The hour was morning's prime, and on his way

      Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,

      That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd

      Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope

      All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin

      Of that swift animal, the matin dawn

      And the sweet season. Soon that joy was chas'd,

      And by new dread succeeded, when in view

      A lion came, 'gainst me, as it appear'd,

      With his head held aloft and hunger-mad,

      That e'en the air was fear-struck. A she-wolf

      Was at his heels, who in her leanness seem'd

      Full of all wants, and many a land hath made

      Disconsolate ere now. She with such fear

      O'erwhelmed me, at the sight of her appall'd,

      That of the height all hope I lost. As one,

      Who with his gain elated, sees the time

      When all unwares is gone, he inwardly

      Mourns with heart-griping anguish; such was I,

      Haunted by that fell beast, never at peace,

      Who coming o'er against me, by degrees

      Impell'd me where the sun in silence rests.

      While to the lower space with backward step

      I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,

      Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.

      When him in that great desert I espied,

      Have mercy on me! cried I out aloud,

      Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!

      He answer'd: "Now not man, man once I was,

      And born of Lombard parents, Mantuana both

      By country, when the power of Julius yet

      Was scarcely firm. At Rome my life was past

      Beneath the mild Augustus, in the time

      Of fabled deities and false. A bard

      Was I, and made Anchises' upright son

      The subject of my song, who came from Troy,

      When the flames prey'd on Ilium's haughty towers.

      But thou, say wherefore to such perils past

      Return'st thou? wherefore not this pleasant mount

      Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?"

      "And art thou then that Virgil, that well-spring,

      From which such copious floods of eloquence

      Have issued?" I with front abash'd replied.

      "Glory and light of all the tuneful train!

      May it avail me that I long with zeal

      Have sought thy volume, and with love immense

      Have conn'd it o'er. My master thou and guide!

      Thou he from whom alone I have deriv'd

      That style, which for its beauty into fame

      Exalts me. See the beast, from whom I fled.

      O save me from her, thou illustrious sage!

      "For every vein and pulse throughout my frame

      She hath made tremble." He, soon as he saw

      That I was weeping, answer'd, "Thou must needs

      Another way pursue, if thou wouldst 'scape

      From out that savage wilderness. This beast,

      At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none

      To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:

      So bad and so accursed in her kind,

      That never sated is her ravenous will,

      Still after food more craving than before.

      To many an animal in wedlock vile

      She fastens, and shall yet to many more,

      Until that greyhound come, who shall destroy

      Her with sharp pain. He will not life support

      By earth nor its base metals, but by love,

      Wisdom, and virtue, and his land shall be

      The land 'twixt either Feltro. In his might

      Shall safety to Italia's plains arise,

      For whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,

      Nisus, Euryalus, and Turnus fell.

      He with incessant chase through every town

      Shall worry, until he to hell at length

      Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.

      I for thy profit pond'ring now devise,

      That thou mayst follow me, and I thy guide

      Will lead thee hence through an eternal space,

      Where thou shalt hear despairing shrieks, and see

      Spirits of old tormented, who invoke

      A second death; and those next view, who dwell

      Content in fire, for that they hope to come,

      Whene'er the time may be, among the blest,

      Into whose regions if thou then desire

      T' ascend, a spirit worthier then I

      Must lead thee, in whose charge, when I depart,

      Thou shalt be left: for that Almighty King,

      Who reigns above, a rebel to his law,

      Adjudges me, and therefore hath decreed,

      That to his city none through me should come.

      He in all parts hath sway; there rules, there holds

      His citadel and throne. O happy those,

      Whom there he chooses!" I to him in few:

      "Bard! by that God, whom thou didst not adore,

      I do beseech thee (that this ill and worse

      I may escape) to lead me, where thou saidst,

      That I Saint Peter's gate may view, and those

      Who as thou tell'st, are in such dismal plight."

      Onward he mov'd, I close his steps pursu'd.

      Canto II

      NOW was the day departing, and the air,

      Imbrown'd with shadows, from their toils releas'd

      All animals on earth; and I alone

      Prepar'd myself the conflict to sustain,

      Both of sad pity, and that perilous road,

      Which my unerring memory shall retrace.

      O Muses! O high genius! now vouchsafe

      Your aid! O mind! that all I saw hast kept

      Safe in a written record, here thy worth

      And eminent endowments come to proof.

      I thus began: "Bard! thou who art my guide,

      Consider well, if virtue be in me

      Sufficient, ere to this high enterprise

      Thou trust me. Thou hast told that Silvius' sire,

      Yet cloth'd in corruptible flesh, among

      Th' immortal tribes had entrance, and was there

      Sensible present. Yet if heaven's great Lord,

      Almighty foe to ill, such favour shew'd,

      In contemplation of the high effect,

      Both what and who from him should issue forth,

      It seems in reason's judgment well

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