Practice Typing

Thereat toward the right our downward course We shapd, and, better to escape the flame And burning marle, ten paces on the verge Proceeded. Soon as we to him arrive, A little further on mine eye beholds A tribe of spirits, seated on the sand Near the wide chasm. Forthwith my master spake. That to the full thy knowledge may extend Of all this round contains, go now, and mark The mien these wear. but hold not long discourse.