8 When the voice had stopped and was quiet, I saw four great shades coming to us; 84 they had a semblance neither sad nor glad. The good Master began to say: “Look at him with that sword in hand 87 who comes before the three, even as lord; he is Homer, the sovereign poet; the next who comes is Horace, the satirist; 90 Ovid is the third, and the last is Lucan. Since each shares with me the name which the single voice sounded, 93 they do me honor, and in that do well.” Thus I saw assembled the fair school of that Lord of the loftiest song 96 who soars above the others like an eagle. After they had discoursed somewhat together, they turned to me with sign of salutation; 99 and my Master smiled thereat. And far more of honor yet they did me, for they made me of their band, 102 so that I was the sixth amid so much wisdom. Thus we went on as far as the light, speaking things concerning which silence is becoming, 105 even as was speech there where I was. We came to the foot of a noble castle, seven times circled by high walls, 108 defended round about by a fair streamlet.
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