The Divine ComedyP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 429 pages |
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... sounds , Made up a tumult , that forever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd , Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies . 2 I then , with error yet encompast , cried : " O master ! what is this I hear ? what ...
... sounds , Made up a tumult , that forever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd , Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies . 2 I then , with error yet encompast , cried : " O master ! what is this I hear ? what ...
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... sound Of plaints innumerable . Dark and deep , And thick with clouds o'erspread , mine eye in vain Explored its bottom , nor could aught discern . " Now let us to the blind world there beneath Descend , " the bard began , all pale of ...
... sound Of plaints innumerable . Dark and deep , And thick with clouds o'erspread , mine eye in vain Explored its bottom , nor could aught discern . " Now let us to the blind world there beneath Descend , " the bard began , all pale of ...
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... sound , than I beheld Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps , Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad . 66 When thus my master kind began : Mark him , Who in his right hand bears that falchion keen , The other three preceding ...
... sound , than I beheld Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps , Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad . 66 When thus my master kind began : Mark him , Who in his right hand bears that falchion keen , The other three preceding ...
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... sound ; And I continued thus : " Still would I learn More from thee , further parley still entreat . Of Farinata and Tegghiaio say , 10 They who so well deserved ; of Giacopo , 1 Arrigo , Mosca , " and the rest , who bent 11 Their minds ...
... sound ; And I continued thus : " Still would I learn More from thee , further parley still entreat . Of Farinata and Tegghiaio say , 10 They who so well deserved ; of Giacopo , 1 Arrigo , Mosca , " and the rest , who bent 11 Their minds ...
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... sound of lamentation smote , Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad . And thus the good instructor : Boccaccio tells us , " he was a man remarkable for the large proportions and extraordinary vigor of his bodily " Now , my son " 9 ...
... sound of lamentation smote , Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad . And thus the good instructor : Boccaccio tells us , " he was a man remarkable for the large proportions and extraordinary vigor of his bodily " Now , my son " 9 ...
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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.