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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Genti che l' aura nera si gastiga." Line 136: LONGFELLOW. "Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating." CARY. "My lips all trembling kissed." "La bocca mi bacio tutto tremante." "Purgatorio," Canto XV., line 139: LONGFELLOW. "We passed along, athwart the twilight peering Forward as far as ever eye could stretch Against the sunbeams serotine and lucent."
In one of his earliest poems, written perhaps after the Perusian war of 41 B.C. even the lively Horace was moved to voice the prevailing depression, fancifully urging that the Italian people should migrate, like the Phocaeans of old, to the far west, where, as Sertorius had been told in Spain, lay the islands of the blest, where the earth, as in the golden age, yields all her produce untilled: Iuppiter ilia piae secrevit litora genti Ut inquinavit aere tempus aureum; Aere, dehinc ferro duravit saecula, quorum Piis secunda vate me datur fuga.
That on the right is said to be the tomb of S. Barbatianus, confessor of Galla Placidia, and was originally in the church of S. Lorenzo in Caesarea, whence it was brought to the cathedral in the thirteenth century by the archbishop Bonifazio de' Fieschi, whom Dante found in Purgatory among the gluttons: "Bonifazio che pasturo col rocco molte genti..."
Wilt thou mope for ever?" She trembled. "Nay, nay, I'll mope no more, father," says she. "But do thou tell me who my mate is to be." Slyly he looked at her burning face and slyly kissed it. Then he began to sing "Quell' drudo, Messer Amore, Ha scelto un Dardo per cuore! Dardo acerbo, ardente, Che fa gridare le genti Ohimè! Dolce dolore!" She had been a fool indeed to miss such a rebus.
If he have any poetical remembrance of Dante, he may easily imagine he has entered the citta dolente, and he will seem to read on the granite rocks of Baraguan these lines of the Inferno: Noi sem venuti al luogo, ov' i' t'ho detto Che tu vedrai le genti dolorose.
Con queste genti, e con altre con esse, Vid' io Fiorenza in si fatto riposo, Che non avea cagione onde piangesse. Con queste genti vid' io glorioso E giusto il popol suo tanto, che 'l giglio Non era ad asta mai posto a ritroso, Ne per division fatto vermiglio. Paradiso, XVI. 140-154.
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