The Divine ComedyP. F. Collier & son, 1909 - 429 pages |
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... voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech . When him in that great desert I espied , " Have mercy on me , " cried I out aloud , 66 Spirit ! or living man ! whate'er thou be . " He answered : " Now not man , man once I was , And ...
... voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech . When him in that great desert I espied , " Have mercy on me , " cried I out aloud , 66 Spirit ! or living man ! whate'er thou be . " He answered : " Now not man , man once I was , And ...
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... voice and soft , Angelically tuned , her speech address'd : ' O courteous shade of Mantua ! thou whose fame Yet lives , and shall live long as nature lasts ! A friend , not of my fortune but myself , On the wide desert in his road has ...
... voice and soft , Angelically tuned , her speech address'd : ' O courteous shade of Mantua ! thou whose fame Yet lives , and shall live long as nature lasts ! A friend , not of my fortune but myself , On the wide desert in his road has ...
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... voices deep and hoarse , With hands together smote that swell'd the 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 ...
... voices deep and hoarse , With hands together smote that swell'd the 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 ...
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... voice I heard : " Honor the bard Sublime ! his shade returns , that left us late ! " No sooner ceased the sound , than I beheld Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps , Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad . 66 When thus my ...
... voice I heard : " Honor the bard Sublime ! his shade returns , that left us late ! " No sooner ceased the sound , than I beheld Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps , Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad . 66 When thus my ...
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... voice Smites on mine ear . Into a place I came Where light was silent all . Bellowing there groan'd A noise , as of a sea in tempest torn By warring winds . The stormy blast of Hell With restless fury drives the spirits on , Whirl'd ...
... voice Smites on mine ear . Into a place I came Where light was silent all . Bellowing there groan'd A noise , as of a sea in tempest torn By warring winds . The stormy blast of Hell With restless fury drives the spirits on , Whirl'd ...
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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.