- Beatrice. ↩
- Because your mortal ear could not endure the sound of our singing, as your mortal eye could not the splendor of Beatrice’s smile. ↩
- As in Canto XII 3:— “Began the holy millstone to revolve.” ↩
- As in Canto XIV 40:— “Its brightness is proportioned to its ardor, The ardor to the vision; and the vision Equals what grace it has above its worth.” ↩
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