The Divine ComedyP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 429 pages |
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... faith Which is the entrance to salvation's way . But I , why should I there presume ? or who Permits it ? not Æneas I , nor Paul . Myself I deem not worthy , and none else Will deem me . I , if on this voyage then I venture , fear it ...
... faith Which is the entrance to salvation's way . But I , why should I there presume ? or who Permits it ? not Æneas I , nor Paul . Myself I deem not worthy , and none else Will deem me . I , if on this voyage then I venture , fear it ...
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... faith . If they before The Gospel lived , they served not God aright ; And among such am I. For these defects , And for no other evil , we are lost ; Sore grief assail'd Only so far afflicted , that we live Desiring without hope . " My ...
... faith . If they before The Gospel lived , they served not God aright ; And among such am I. For these defects , And for no other evil , we are lost ; Sore grief assail'd Only so far afflicted , that we live Desiring without hope . " My ...
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... faith : Then follows Cleopatra , lustful queen . " There mark'd I Helen , for whose sake so long The time was fraught with evil ; there the great Achilles , who with love fought to the end . Paris I saw , and Tristan ; and beside , A ...
... faith : Then follows Cleopatra , lustful queen . " There mark'd I Helen , for whose sake so long The time was fraught with evil ; there the great Achilles , who with love fought to the end . Paris I saw , and Tristan ; and beside , A ...
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... faith . Whence in the lesser circle , Point of the universe , dread seat of Dis , The traitor is eternally consumed . " I thus : " Instructor , clearly thy discourse . Proceeds , distinguishing the hideous chasm And its inhabitants with ...
... faith . Whence in the lesser circle , Point of the universe , dread seat of Dis , The traitor is eternally consumed . " I thus : " Instructor , clearly thy discourse . Proceeds , distinguishing the hideous chasm And its inhabitants with ...
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... faith I bore to my high charge was such , It cost me the life - blood that warm'd my veins . The harlot , who ne'er turn'd her gloating eyes From Cæsar's household , common vice and pest Of courts , ' gainst me inflamed the minds of all ...
... faith I bore to my high charge was such , It cost me the life - blood that warm'd my veins . The harlot , who ne'er turn'd her gloating eyes From Cæsar's household , common vice and pest Of courts , ' gainst me inflamed the minds of all ...
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angel answer'd appear'd Arezzo ascend aught beam Beatrice began behold beneath blessed bosom Branca Doria breast Cæsar Canto Charles Charles of Anjou circle Corso Donati Count Ugolino cried Dante descend didst divine dost doth E'en e'er earth erewhile eternal evil exclaim'd eyes Faenza feet fell fix'd flame Florence forthwith gaze Ghibelline grace Guido Guido da Montefeltro hath hear heard Heaven Hell hence holy Hugh Capet King light living Lombardi look look'd Lucca mark'd mortal mount mountain moved ne'er o'er onward pass pass'd perchance Pistoia Poet Purgatory Ravenna reach'd replied rest return'd rock Romagna round seem'd shade side sight song soon Sordello soul spake speak spirit stars Statius steep steps stood stream sweet tell thee thence thine thou hast thou mayst thou shalt thought torment truth turn'd twixt unto Virgil virtue visage voice whence wherefore wings words
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Page 13 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Page 71 - Thus me my guide address'd, And beckon'd him, that he should come to shore, Near to the stony causeway's utmost edge. Forthwith that image vile of Fraud appear'd, His head and upper part exposed on land, But laid not on the shore his bestial train. His face the semblance of a just man's wore, So kind and gracious was its outward cheer ; The rest was serpent all : two shaggy claws Reach'd to the arm-pits ; and the back and breast, And either side, were painted o'er with nodes And orbits.
Page 25 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Page 5 - In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell, It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, 5 Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
Page 427 - Seem'd fire, breathed equally from both. O speech! How feeble and how faint art thou, to give Conception birth.
Page 148 - Pisces' light,' that in his [ner] escort came. To the right hand I turn'd, and fix'd my mind On the other pole attentive, where I saw Four stars' ne'er seen before save by the ken Of our first parents.* Heaven of their rays Seem'd joyous. O thou northern site ! bereft Indeed, and widow'd, since of these deprived.
Page 6 - And as a man, with difficult short breath, Forespent with toiling, 'scaped from sea to shore, Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands At gaze...
Page 213 - Was wont to boast two suns,' whose several beams Cast light on either way, the world's and God's. One since hath quench'd the other; and the sword Is grafted on the crook; and, so conjoin'd, Each must perforce decline to worse, unawed By fear of other.
Page 127 - attentively regard Adamo's woe. When living, full supply Ne'er lack'd me of what most I coveted; One drop of water now, alas ! I crave. The rills, that glitter down the grassy slopes Of Casentino, making fresh and soft The banks whereby they glide to Arno's stream, Stand ever in my view...
Page 144 - Of th' other two, Whose heads are under, from the murky jaw Who hangs, is Brutus : 8 lo ! how he doth writhe And speaks not.