Upon all sides the deep and loaathsome valley
Trembled so, that I thought the Universe
Was thrilled with love, by which there are who think
The world oftimes converted into chaos;
And at that moment this primeval crag
Both here and elsewhere made such overthrow
But fix thine eyes below; for draweth near
The river of blood, within which boiling is
Whoe'er by violence doth injure others
We with our faithful escort onward moved
Along the brink of the vermilion boiling
Wherein the boiled were uttering loud laments.
People I saw within up to the eyebrows
And the great Centaur said: Tyrants are these
Who dealt in bloodshed and in pillaging
Trembled so, that I thought the Universe
Was thrilled with love, by which there are who think
The world oftimes converted into chaos;
And at that moment this primeval crag
Both here and elsewhere made such overthrow
But fix thine eyes below; for draweth near
The river of blood, within which boiling is
Whoe'er by violence doth injure others
We with our faithful escort onward moved
Along the brink of the vermilion boiling
Wherein the boiled were uttering loud laments.
People I saw within up to the eyebrows
And the great Centaur said: Tyrants are these
Who dealt in bloodshed and in pillaging
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