Cocytus
named of lamentation loud, Heard on the rueful stream.--Milton.
A blacke flood, which flowed about it round-- That is the river of Cocytus deepe In which full many soules do endlesse wayle and weepe.--Spenser.
There stood the first and prayed him hard to
waft their bodies o'er,
With hands stretched out for utter love of that
far-lying shore;
But that grim sailor now takes these, now those,
from out the band,
While all the others far away he thrusteth from
the sand.
... Those borne across the wave
Are buried; none may ever cross the awful roaring road
Until their bones are laid at rest within their last abode.
An hundred years they stray about and wander round the shore,
Then they at last have grace to gain the pools desired to sore.--Virgil.
waft their bodies o'er,
With hands stretched out for utter love of that
far-lying shore;
But that grim sailor now takes these, now those,
from out the band,
While all the others far away he thrusteth from
the sand.
... Those borne across the wave
Are buried; none may ever cross the awful roaring road
Until their bones are laid at rest within their last abode.
An hundred years they stray about and wander round the shore,
Then they at last have grace to gain the pools desired to sore.--Virgil.
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