Note 56 — DANTE.[1]
F. J. (Frederick John) Church translation
Ceased had the voice—when in composed array Four mighty shades approaching I survey'd;— Nor joy, nor sorrow did their looks betray. **** Assembled thus, was offered to my sight The school of him, the Prince of poetry, Who, eagle-like, o'er others takes his flight. When they together had conversed awhile, They turned to me with salutation bland, Which from my master drew a friendly smile: And greater glory still they bade me share, Making me join their honourable band— The sixth united to such genius rare.—Wright.