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Dante on a dream of a golden eagle carrying him to the fire in Canto IX of “Purgatorio”
In the hour when the swallow sings, greeting the dawn, and her song is mournful, as if she remembered some former grief,. And our mind, freed from thoughts and having cast off its perishable coverings, is at times, as it were, prophetically clear-sighted, I dreamed that above me a