The Divine ComedyP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 429 pages |
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... held aloft and hunger - mad , That e'en the air was fear - struck . Was at his heels , who in her leanness seem'd Full of all wants , and many a land hath made Disconsolate ere now . She with such fear O'erwhelm'd me , at the sight of ...
... held aloft and hunger - mad , That e'en the air was fear - struck . Was at his heels , who in her leanness seem'd Full of all wants , and many a land hath made Disconsolate ere now . She with such fear O'erwhelm'd me , at the sight of ...
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... held , They turn'd to me , with salutation kind Beckoning me ; at the which my master smiled : Nor was this all ; but greater honour still They gave me , for they made me of their tribe ; And I was sixth amid so learn'd a band . Far as ...
... held , They turn'd to me , with salutation kind Beckoning me ; at the which my master smiled : Nor was this all ; but greater honour still They gave me , for they made me of their tribe ; And I was sixth amid so learn'd a band . Far as ...
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... she had herself incurr'd . This is Semiramis , of whom ' tis writ , That she succeeded Ninus her espoused ; And held the land , which now the Soldan rules . The next in amorous fury slew herself , And to 22 CANTO V THE DIVINE COMEDY.
... she had herself incurr'd . This is Semiramis , of whom ' tis writ , That she succeeded Ninus her espoused ; And held the land , which now the Soldan rules . The next in amorous fury slew herself , And to 22 CANTO V THE DIVINE COMEDY.
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... held them there so long , that the bard cried : 66 66 What art thou pondering ? " I in answer thus : Alas ! by what sweet thoughts , what fond desire Must they at length to that ill pass have reach'd ! " Then turning , I to them my ...
... held them there so long , that the bard cried : 66 66 What art thou pondering ? " I in answer thus : Alas ! by what sweet thoughts , what fond desire Must they at length to that ill pass have reach'd ! " Then turning , I to them my ...
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... Held me in brighter days . Ye citizens Were wont to name me Ciacco . For the sin Of gluttony , damned vice , beneath this rain , E'en as thou seest , I with fatigue am worn : Nor I sole spirit in this woe : all these Have by like crime ...
... Held me in brighter days . Ye citizens Were wont to name me Ciacco . For the sin Of gluttony , damned vice , beneath this rain , E'en as thou seest , I with fatigue am worn : Nor I sole spirit in this woe : all these Have by like crime ...
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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.