Inferno: Canto XVIII

Dante Alighieri (1265–1321), translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1867

iambic pentameter · unrhymed · 136 lines · from The Divine Comedy

There is a place in Hell called Malebolge,Wholly of stone and of an iron colour,As is the circle that around it turns.

Right in the middle of the field malignThere yawns a well exceeding wide and deep,Of which its place the structure will recount.

Round, then, is that enclosure which remainsBetween the well and foot of the high, hard bank,And has distinct in valleys ten its bottom.

As where for the protection of the wallsMany and many moats surround the castles,The part in which they are a figure forms,

Just such an image those presented there;And as about such strongholds from their gatesUnto the outer bank are little bridges,

So from the precipice’s base did cragsProject, which intersected dikes and moats,Unto the well that truncates and collects them.

Within this place, down shaken from the backOf Geryon, we found us; and the PoetHeld to the left, and I moved on behind.

Upon my right hand I beheld new anguish,New torments, and new wielders of the lash,Wherewith the foremost Bolgia was replete.

Down at the bottom were the sinners naked;This side the middle came they facing us,Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps;

Even as the Romans, for the mighty host,The year of Jubilee, upon the bridge,Have chosen a mode to pass the people over;

For all upon one side towards the CastleTheir faces have, and go unto St. Peter’s;On the other side they go towards the Mountain.

This side and that, along the livid stoneBeheld I horned demons with great scourges,Who cruelly were beating them behind.

Ah me! how they did make them lift their legsAt the first blows! and sooth not any oneThe second waited for, nor for the third.

While I was going on, mine eyes by oneEncountered were; and straight I said: “AlreadyWith sight of this one I am not unfed.”

Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out,And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand,And to my going somewhat back assented;

And he, the scourged one, thought to hide himself,Lowering his face, but little it availed him;For said I: “Thou that castest down thine eyes,

If false are not the features which thou bearest,Thou art Venedico Caccianimico;But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces?”

And he to me: “Unwillingly I tell it;But forces me thine utterance distinct,Which makes me recollect the ancient world.

I was the one who the fair GhisolaInduced to grant the wishes of the Marquis,Howe’er the shameless story may be told.

Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here;Nay, rather is this place so full of them,That not so many tongues to-day are taught

’Twixt Reno and Savena to say ‘sipa;’And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof,Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart.”

While speaking in this manner, with his scourgeA demon smote him, and said: “Get thee gonePander, there are no women here for coin.”

I joined myself again unto mine Escort;Thereafterward with footsteps few we cameTo where a crag projected from the bank.

This very easily did we ascend,And turning to the right along its ridge,From those eternal circles we departed.

When we were there, where it is hollowed outBeneath, to give a passage to the scourged,The Guide said: “Wait, and see that on thee strike

The vision of those others evil-born,Of whom thou hast not yet beheld the faces,Because together with us they have gone.”

From the old bridge we looked upon the trainWhich tow’rds us came upon the other border,And which the scourges in like manner smite.

And the good Master, without my inquiring,Said to me: “See that tall one who is coming,And for his pain seems not to shed a tear;

Still what a royal aspect he retains!That Jason is, who by his heart and cunningThe Colchians of the Ram made destitute.

He by the isle of Lemnos passed alongAfter the daring women pitilessHad unto death devoted all their males.

There with his tokens and with ornate wordsDid he deceive Hypsipyle, the maidenWho first, herself, had all the rest deceived.

There did he leave her pregnant and forlorn;Such sin unto such punishment condemns him,And also for Medea is vengeance done.

With him go those who in such wise deceive;And this sufficient be of the first valleyTo know, and those that in its jaws it holds.”

We were already where the narrow pathCrosses athwart the second dike, and formsOf that a buttress for another arch.

Thence we heard people, who are making moanIn the next Bolgia, snorting with their muzzles,And with their palms beating upon themselves

The margins were incrusted with a mouldBy exhalation from below, that sticks there,And with the eyes and nostrils wages war.

The bottom is so deep, no place sufficesTo give us sight of it, without ascendingThe arch’s back, where most the crag impends.

Thither we came, and thence down in the moatI saw a people smothered in a filthThat out of human privies seemed to flow;

And whilst below there with mine eye I search,I saw one with his head so foul with ordure,It was not clear if he were clerk or layman.

He screamed to me: “Wherefore art thou so eagerTo look at me more than the other foul ones?”And I to him: “Because, if I remember,

I have already seen thee with dry hair,And thou’rt Alessio Interminei of Lucca;Therefore I eye thee more than all the others.”

And he thereon, belabouring his pumpkin:“The flatteries have submerged me here below,Wherewith my tongue was never surfeited.”

Then said to me the Guide: “See that thou thrustThy visage somewhat farther in advance,That with thine eyes thou well the face attain

Of that uncleanly and dishevelled drab,Who there doth scratch herself with filthy nails,And crouches now, and now on foot is standing.

Thais the harlot is it, who repliedUnto her paramour, when he said, ‘Have IGreat gratitude from thee?’—‘Nay, marvellous;’

And herewith let our sight be satisfied.”

Words in this poem 20
enclosure n.
Inclosure. See Inclosure.
precipice n.
A sudden or headlong fall. Fuller. [F. précipice, L. praecipitium, fr. praeceps, - cipitis, headlong; prae before + caput, capitis, the head. See Pre-, and Chief.]
wherewith adv.
With which; -- used relatively.
replete a.
Filled again; completely filled; full; charged; abounding. [L. repletus, p. p. of replere to fill again, fill up; pref. re- re- + plere to fill, akin to plenus full: cf. F. replet corpulent. See Plenty, Replenish.]
sooth a.
True; faithful; trustworthy. [OE. soth, AS. s, for san; akin to OS. s, OHG. sand, Icel. sannr, Sw. sann, Dan. sand, Skr. sat, sant, real, genuine, present, being; properly p. pr. from a root]
stayed a.
Staid; fixed; settled; sober; -- now written staid. See Staid.
recollect v. t.
To recover or recall the knowledge of; to bring back to the mind or memory; to remember. [Pref. re- + collect: cf. L. recolligere, recollectum, to collect. Cf. Recollet.]
bolognese a.
Of or pertaining to Bologna.
avaricious a.
Actuated by avarice; greedy of gain; immoderately desirous of accumulating property. [Cf. F. avaricieux.]
scourge n.
A lash; a strap or cord; especially, a lash used to inflict pain or punishment; an instrument of punishment or discipline; a whip. [F. escourgée, fr. L. excoriata (sc. scutica) a stripped off (lash or whip), fr. excoriate to strip, to skin. See Excoriate.]
crag n.
The neck or throat [A form of craw: cf. D. kraag neck, collar, G. kragen. See Craw.]
hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
isle v. t.
To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.
ornate a.
Adorned; decorated; beautiful. [L. ornatus, p. p. of ornare to adorn.]
forlorn a.
Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
mould n.
Crumbling, soft, friable earth; esp., earth containing the remains or constituents of organic matter, and suited to the growth of plants; soil. [OE. molde, AS. molde; akin to D. mul, G. mull, mulm, OHG. molt, molta, Icel. mold, Dan. muld, Sw. mull, Goth. mulda, and E. meal flour. See Meal, and cf. Mole a]
clerk n.
A clergyman or ecclesiastic. [Either OF. clerc, fr. L. clericus a priest, or AS. clerc, cleric, clerk, priest, fr. L. clericus, fr. Gr. Clergy.]
wherefore adv.
For which reason; so; -- used relatively. [Where + for.]
thereon adv.
On that or this. [AS. . See There, and On.]
visage n.
The face, countenance, or look of a person or an animal; -- chiefly applied to the human face. [F. visage, from L. visus a seeing, a look, fr. videre, visum, to see. See Vision.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

Inferno: Canto XVIII is 136 lines in 46 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 87%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.3 syllables. 38 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 30% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 4 AA- wallsA · castlesA · forms
  2. 8 AA- anguishA · lashA · replete
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
There is a place in Hell called Malebolge,10··········
Wholly of stone and of an iron colour,11/˘·····/˘/˘
As is the circle that around it turns.10···/˘·····
Right in the middle of the field malign10···/˘···˘/
There yawns a well exceeding wide and deep,10····˘/˘···
Of which its place the structure will recount.10·····/˘·˘/
Round, then, is that enclosure which remains10····˘/˘·˘/
Between the well and foot of the high, hard bank,11···········
And has distinct in valleys ten its bottom.11··˘/·/˘··/˘
As where for the protection of the walls10····˘/˘···
Many and many moats surround the castles,11/˘·/˘·˘/·/˘
The part in which they are a figure forms,10·······/˘·
Just such an image those presented there;10···/˘·˘/˘·
And as about such strongholds from their gates10·····/····
Unto the outer bank are little bridges,11···/˘··/˘/˘
So from the precipice’s base did crags10···/˘˘˘···
Project, which intersected dikes and moats,10˘/··˘/˘···
Unto the well that truncates and collects them.11·····/··˘/·
Within this place, down shaken from the back10·····/˘···
Of Geryon, we found us; and the Poet10········/˘
Held to the left, and I moved on behind.10··········
Upon my right hand I beheld new anguish,11······˘/·/˘
New torments, and new wielders of the lash,10·/········
Wherewith the foremost Bolgia was replete.10˘/·/····˘/
Down at the bottom were the sinners naked;11···/˘··/˘/˘
This side the middle came they facing us,10···/˘··/˘·
Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps;10·······/˘·
Even as the Romans, for the mighty host,10/··/˘··/˘·
The year of Jubilee, upon the bridge,10···/˘·····
Have chosen a mode to pass the people over;11·/˘·····/˘·
For all upon one side towards the Castle11·········/˘
Their faces have, and go unto St. Peter’s;11·/˘······/˘
On the other side they go towards the Mountain.11··/˘·····/˘
This side and that, along the livid stone10····˘/·/˘·
Beheld I horned demons with great scourges,10˘/··/˘··/˘
Who cruelly were beating them behind.9·/˘·/˘···
Ah me! how they did make them lift their legs10··········
At the first blows! and sooth not any one10·······/˘·
The second waited for, nor for the third.10·/˘/˘·····
While I was going on, mine eyes by one10···/˘·····
Encountered were; and straight I said: “Already11˘/˘·····˘/˘
With sight of this one I am not unfed.”10··········
Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out,10··········
And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand,10··········
And to my going somewhat back assented;11···/˘//·˘/˘
And he, the scourged one, thought to hide himself,10········˘/
Lowering his face, but little it availed him;11/˘···/˘·˘/·
For said I: “Thou that castest down thine eyes,10·····/˘···
If false are not the features which thou bearest,11·····/˘··/˘
Thou art Venedico Caccianimico;11···········
But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces?”11·······/˘/˘
And he to me: “Unwillingly I tell it;10····˘/˘···
But forces me thine utterance distinct,10·/˘··/˘˘˘/
Which makes me recollect the ancient world.10····˘/·/˘·
I was the one who the fair Ghisola10··········
Induced to grant the wishes of the Marquis,11˘/···/˘···/
Howe’er the shameless story may be told.10···/˘/˘···
Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here;11···˘/˘·····
Nay, rather is this place so full of them,10·/˘·······
That not so many tongues to-day are taught10···/˘·····
’Twixt Reno and Savena to say ‘sipa;’11·/˘······/˘
And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof,10·····/˘···
Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart.”10····/·····
While speaking in this manner, with his scourge10·/˘··/˘···
A demon smote him, and said: “Get thee gone10·/˘·······
Pander, there are no women here for coin.”10/˘···/˘···
I joined myself again unto mine Escort;11···/˘/···/˘
Thereafterward with footsteps few we came10·····/····
To where a crag projected from the bank.10····˘/˘···
This very easily did we ascend,10·/˘/˘˘··˘/
And turning to the right along its ridge,10·/˘···˘/··
From those eternal circles we departed.11··˘/˘/˘·˘/˘
When we were there, where it is hollowed out10·······/˘·
Beneath, to give a passage to the scourged,10·····/˘···
The Guide said: “Wait, and see that on thee strike10··········
The vision of those others evil-born,10·/˘··/˘/˘·
Of whom thou hast not yet beheld the faces,11······˘/·/˘
Because together with us they have gone.”10··˘/˘·····
From the old bridge we looked upon the train10··········
Which tow’rds us came upon the other border,11·······/˘/˘
And which the scourges in like manner smite.10···/˘··/˘·
And the good Master, without my inquiring,11···/˘···˘/˘
Said to me: “See that tall one who is coming,11·········/˘
And for his pain seems not to shed a tear;10··········
Still what a royal aspect he retains!10···/˘/··˘/
That Jason is, who by his heart and cunning11·/˘······/˘
The Colchians of the Ram made destitute.10·······/˘·
He by the isle of Lemnos passed along10········˘/
After the daring women pitiless10···/˘/˘/˘˘
Had unto death devoted all their males.10····˘/˘···
There with his tokens and with ornate words10···/˘··˘/·
Did he deceive Hypsipyle, the maiden11··˘/·····/˘
Who first, herself, had all the rest deceived.10··˘/····˘/
There did he leave her pregnant and forlorn;10·····/˘·˘/
Such sin unto such punishment condemns him,10·····/˘˘/·
And also for Medea is vengeance done.11·/˘·˘/˘·/˘·
With him go those who in such wise deceive;10········˘/
And this sufficient be of the first valley11··˘/˘····/˘
To know, and those that in its jaws it holds.”10··········
We were already where the narrow path10··˘/˘··/˘·
Crosses athwart the second dike, and forms10/˘˘/·/˘···
Of that a buttress for another arch.10···/˘·˘/˘·
Thence we heard people, who are making moan10···/˘··/˘·
In the next Bolgia, snorting with their muzzles,11·····/˘··/˘
And with their palms beating upon themselves10····/˘··˘/
The margins were incrusted with a mould10·/˘·˘/˘···
By exhalation from below, that sticks there,11··˘/˘······
And with the eyes and nostrils wages war.10·····/˘/˘·
The bottom is so deep, no place suffices11·/˘·····˘/˘
To give us sight of it, without ascending11········˘/˘
The arch’s back, where most the crag impends.10·/˘·····˘/
Thither we came, and thence down in the moat10/˘········
I saw a people smothered in a filth10···/˘/˘···
That out of human privies seemed to flow;10···/˘/˘···
And whilst below there with mine eye I search,10··········
I saw one with his head so foul with ordure,11·········/˘
It was not clear if he were clerk or layman.11·········/˘
He screamed to me: “Wherefore art thou so eager11····/˘···/˘
To look at me more than the other foul ones?”11·······/˘··
And I to him: “Because, if I remember,11········˘/˘
I have already seen thee with dry hair,10··˘/˘·····
And thou’rt Alessio Interminei of Lucca;12··˘/˘·····/˘
Therefore I eye thee more than all the others.”11·········/˘
And he thereon, belabouring his pumpkin:11··˘/˘/˘˘·/˘
“The flatteries have submerged me here below,10·/˘·˘/····
Wherewith my tongue was never surfeited.”10˘/···/˘/˘˘
Then said to me the Guide: “See that thou thrust10··········
Thy visage somewhat farther in advance,10·/˘///˘·˘/
That with thine eyes thou well the face attain10········˘/
Of that uncleanly and dishevelled drab,10······˘/˘·
Who there doth scratch herself with filthy nails,10····˘/·/˘·
And crouches now, and now on foot is standing.11·/˘······/˘
Thais the harlot is it, who replied9··/˘···˘/
Unto her paramour, when he said, ‘Have I11···/˘˘·····
Great gratitude from thee?’—‘Nay, marvellous;’10·/˘·······
And herewith let our sight be satisfied.”10·//·/··/˘·
Notes from the edition 13

Longfellow, 1867 · <a href="https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy_(Longfellow_1867)/Volume_1/Notes">source</a>

  1. Stanza 1, line 1 Here begins the third division of the Inferno, embracing the Eighth and Ninth Circles, in which the Fraudulent are punished.

    "But because fraud is man's peculiar vice

    More it displeases God; and so stand lowest

    The fraudulent, and greater dole assails them."

    The Eighth Circle is called Malebolge, or Evil-budgets, and consists of ten concentric ditches, or Bolge of stone, with dikes between, and rough bridges running across them to the centre like the spokes of a wheel.

    In the First Bolgia are punished Seducers, and in the Second, Flatterers.
  2. Stanza 1, line 2 Mr. Ruskin, Modern Painters, III. p. 237, says:—

    "Our slates and granites are often of very lovely colors; but the Apennine limestone is so gray and toneless, that I know not any mountain district so utterly melancholy as those which are composed of this rock, when unwooded. Now, as far as I can discover from the internal evidence in his poem, nearly all Dante's mountain wanderings had been upon this ground. He had journeyed once or twice among the Alps, indeed, but seems to have been impressed chiefly by the road from Garda to Trent, and that along the Cornice, both of which are either upon those limestones, or a dark serpentine, which shows hardly any color till it is polished. It is not ascertainable that he had ever seen rock scenery of the finely colored kind, aided by the Alpine mosses: I do not know the fall at Forlì (Inferno, XVI. 99), but every other scene to which he alludes is among these Apennine limestones; and when he wishes to give the idea of enormous mountain size, he names Tabernicch and Pietra-pana,—the one clearly chosen only for the sake of the last syllable of its name, in order to make a sound as of crackling ice, with the two sequent rhymes of the stanza,—and the other is an Apennine near Lucca.

    "His idea, therefore, of rock color, founded on these experiences, is that of a dull or ashen gray, more or less stained by the brown of iron ochre, precisely as the Apennine limestones nearly always are; the gray being peculiarly cold and disagreeable. As we go down the very hill which stretches out from Pietra-pana towards Lucca, the stones laid by the road-side to mend it are of this ashen gray, with efflorescences of manganese and iron in the fissures. The whole of Malebolge is made of this rock, 'All wrought in stone of iron-colored grain.'"
  3. Stanza 10, line 29 The year of Jubilee 1300. Mr. Norton, in his Notes of Travel and Study in Italy, p. 255, thus describes it:—

    "The beginning of the new century brought many pilgrims to the Papal city, and the Pope, seeing to what account the treasury of indulgences possessed by the Church might now be turned, hit upon the plan of promising plenary indulgence to all who, during the year, should visit with fit dispositions the holy places of Rome. He accordingly, in the most solemn manner, proclaimed a year of Jubilee, to date from the Christmas of 1299, and appointed a similar celebration for each hundredth year thereafter. The report of the marvellous promise spread rapidly through Europe; and as the year advanced, pilgrims poured into Italy from remote as well as from neighboring lands. The roads leading to Rome were dusty with bands of travellers pressing forward to gain the unwonted indulgence. The Crusades had made travel familiar to men, and a journey to Rome seemed easy to those who had dreamed of the Farther East, of Constantinople, and Jerusalem. Giovanni Villani, who was among the pilgrims from Florence, declares that there were never less than two hundred thousand strangers at Rome during the year; and Guglielmo Ventura, the chronicler of Asti, reports the total number of pilgrims at not less than two millions. The picture which he draws of Rome during the Jubilee is a curious one. 'Mirandum est quod passim ibant viri et mulieres, qui anno illo Romæ fuerunt quo ego ibi fui et per dies XV. steti. De pane, vino, carnibus, piscibus, et avena, bonum mercatum ibi erat; fænum carissimum ibi fuit; hospitia carissima; taliter quod lectus meus et equi mei super fæno et avena constabat mihi tornesium unum grossum. Exiens de Roma in Vigilia Nativitatis Christi, vidi turbam magnam, quam dinumerare nemo poterat; et fama erat inter Romanos, quod ibi fuerant plusquam vigenti centum millia virorum et mulierum. Pluries ego vidi ibi tam viros quam mulieres conculcatos sub pedibus aliorum; et etiam egomet in eodem periculo plures vices evasi. Papa innumerabilem pecuniam ab eisdem recepit, quia die ac nocte duo clerici stabant ad altare Sancti Pauli tenentes in corum manibus rastellos, rastellantes pecuniam infinitam.' To accommodate the throng of pilgrims, and to protect them as far as possible from the danger which Ventura feelingly describes, a barrier was erected along the middle of the bridge under the castle of Sant' Angelo, so that those going to St. Peter's and those coming from the church, passing on opposite sides, might not interfere with each other. It seems not unlikely that Dante himself was one of the crowd who thus crossed the old bridge, over whose arches, during this year, a flood of men was flowing almost as constantly as the river's flood ran through below."
  4. Stanza 11, line 31 The castle is the Castle of St. Angelo, and the mountain Monte Gianicolo. See Barlow, Study of Dante, p. 126. Others say Monte Giordano.
  5. Stanza 17, line 50 "This Caccianimico," says Benvenuto da Imola, "was a Bolognese; a liberal, noble, pleasant, and very powerful man." Nevertheless he was so utterly corrupt as to sell his sister, the fair Ghisola, to the Marquis of Este.
  6. Stanza 17, line 51 In the original the word is salse. "In Bologna," says Benvenuto da Imola, "the name of Salse is given to a certain valley outside the city, and near to Santa Maria in Monte, into which the mortal remains of desperadoes, usurers, and other infamous persons are wont to be thrown. Hence I have sometimes heard boys in Bologna say to each other, by way of insult, 'Your father was thrown into the Salse.'"
  7. Stanza 21, line 61 The two rivers between which Bologna is situated. In the Bolognese dialect sipa is used for sì.
  8. Stanza 24, line 72 They cease going round the circles as heretofore, and now go straight forward to the centre of the abyss.
  9. Stanza 29, line 86 For the story of Jason, Medea, and the Golden Fleece, see Ovid, Metamorph. VII. Also Chaucer, Legende of Goode Women:—

    "Thou roote of fals loveres, duke Jason! Thou slye devourer and confusyon Of gentil wommen, gentil creatures!"
  10. Stanza 31, line 92 When the women of Lemnos put to death all the male inhabitants of the island, Hypsipyle concealed her father Thoas, and spared his life. Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautics, II., Fawkes's Tr.:—

    "Hypsipyle alone, illustrious maid, Spared her sire Thoas, who the sceptre swayed."
  11. Stanza 41, line 122 "Allessio Interminelli," says Benvenuto da Imola, "a soldier, a nobleman, and of gentle manners, was of Lucca, and from him descended that tyrant Castruccio who filled all Tuscany with fear, and was lord of Pisa, Lucca, and Pistoja, of whom Dante makes no mention, because he became illustrious after the author's death. Alessio took such delight in flattery, that he could not open his mouth without flattering. He besmeared everybody, even the lowest menials."

    The Ottimo says, that in the dialect of Lucca the head "was facetiously called a pumpkin."
  12. Stanza 45, line 133 Thaïs, the famous courtesan of Athens. Terence, The Eunuch, Act III. Sc. 1:—

    "Thraso. Did Thaïs really return me many thanks?

    "Gnatho. Exceeding thanks.

    "Thraso. Was she delighted, say you?'

    "Gnatho. Not so much, indeed, at the present itself, as because it was given by you; really, in right earnest, she does exult at that."
  13. Stanza 46, line 136 "The filthiness of some passages," exclaims Landor, Pentameron, p. 15, "would disgrace the drunkenest horse-dealer; and the names of such criminals are recorded by the poet, as would be forgotten by the hangman in six months."

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