The Divine ComedyP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 429 pages |
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... hear despairing shrieks , and see Spirits of old tormented , who invoke A second death ; and those next view , who dwell Content in fire , for that they hope to come , Whene'er the time may be , among the blest , Into whose regions if ...
... hear despairing shrieks , and see Spirits of old tormented , who invoke A second death ; and those next view , who dwell Content in fire , for that they hope to come , Whene'er the time may be , among the blest , Into whose regions if ...
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... hear how pitiful his wail , Nor mark the death , which in the torrent flood , Swoln mightier than a sea , him struggling holds ? " Ne'er among men did any with such speed Haste to their profit , flee from their annoy , As , when these ...
... hear how pitiful his wail , Nor mark the death , which in the torrent flood , Swoln mightier than a sea , him struggling holds ? " Ne'er among men did any with such speed Haste to their profit , flee from their annoy , As , when these ...
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... hear ? what race Are these , who seem so overcome with woe ? " He thus to me : " This miserable fate Suffer the wretched souls of those , who lived Without or praise or blame , with that ill band Of angels mix'd , who nor rebellious ...
... hear ? what race Are these , who seem so overcome with woe ? " He thus to me : " This miserable fate Suffer the wretched souls of those , who lived Without or praise or blame , with that ill band Of angels mix'd , who nor rebellious ...
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... hears His fate , thence downward to his dwelling hurl'd . " O thou ! who to this residence of woe Approachest ! " when he saw me coming , cried 10 Averroes , called by the Arabians Ibn Roschd , translated and com- mented on the works of ...
... hears His fate , thence downward to his dwelling hurl'd . " O thou ! who to this residence of woe Approachest ! " when he saw me coming , cried 10 Averroes , called by the Arabians Ibn Roschd , translated and com- mented on the works of ...
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... hear or to discourse It pleases thee , that will we hear , of that Freely with thee discourse , while e'er the wind , As now , is mute . The land , ' that gave me birth , Is situate on the coast , where Po descends To rest in ocean with ...
... hear or to discourse It pleases thee , that will we hear , of that Freely with thee discourse , while e'er the wind , As now , is mute . The land , ' that gave me birth , Is situate on the coast , where Po descends To rest in ocean with ...
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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.