Purgatorio: CantoXII
Abreast, likeoxengoinginayoke,
Iwiththatheavy-ladensoulwenton,
Aslongasthesweetpedagoguepermitted;
Butwhenhesaid, "Leavehim, andonwardpass,
Forhere 'tisgoodthatwiththesailandoars,
Asmuchasmaybe, eachpushonhisbarque;"
Upright, aswalkingwillsit, Iredressed
Myperson, notwithstandingthatmythoughts
Remainedwithinmedowncastandabashed.
Ihadmovedon, andfollowedwillingly
ThefootstepsofmyMaster, andweboth
Alreadyshowedhowlightoffootwewere,
Whenuntomehesaid: "Castdownthineeyes;
'Twerewellforthee, toalleviatetheway,
Tolookuponthebedbeneaththyfeet."
As, thatsomememorymayexistofthem,
Abovetheburieddeadtheirtombsinearth
Bearsculpturedonthemwhattheywerebefore;
Whenceoftenthereweweepforthemafresh,
Fromprickingofremembrance, whichalone
Tothecompassionatedothsetitsspur;
SosawIthere, butofabettersemblance
Inpointofartifice, withfigurescovered
Whate'eraspathwayfromthemountprojects.
Isawthatonewhowascreatednoble
Morethanallothercreatures, downfromheaven
Flamingwithlightningsfallupononeside.
IsawBriareussmittenbythedart
Celestial, lyingontheotherside,
Heavyupontheearthbymortalfrost.
IsawThymbraeus, Pallassaw, andMars,
Stillcladinarmourroundabouttheirfather,
Gazeatthescatteredmembersofthegiants.
Isaw, atfootofhisgreatlabour, Nimrod,
Asifbewildered, lookingatthepeople
WhohadbeenproudwithhiminSennaar.
ONiobe! withwhatafflictedeyes
TheeIbehelduponthepathwaytraced,
Betweenthysevenandsevenchildrenslain!
OSaul! howfallenuponthypropersword

