human
If thou follow thy star, _Se tu segui tua stella_, --so could the Hero, in his forsakenness, in his extreme need, still say to himself:
gpt
Follow thou thy star, thou shalt not fail of a glorious haven! The labor of writing, we find, and indeed could know otherwise, was great and painful for him; he says,
human
This Book, which has made me lean for many years. Ah yes, it was won, all of it, with pain and sore toil,--not in sport, but in grim earnest. His Book, as indeed most good Books are, has been written, in many senses, with his heart's blood. It is his whole history, this Book. He died after finishing it; not yet very old, at the age of fifty-six;--broken-hearted rather, as is said. He lies buried in his death-city Ravenna: _Hic claudor Dantes patriis extorris ab oris_. The Florentines begged back his body, in a century after; the Ravenna people would not give it.
gpt
Here am I, Dante, laid, shut-out from my native shores.