The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri

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T. Y. Crowell, 1897 - Poetry - 476 pages
 

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Page xvii - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Leads't thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Page 371 - Let both grow together until the harvest : and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.
Page xxv - But I say, that the things which the Gentiles sacrifice, they sacrifice to devils, and not to God : and I would not that ye should have fellowship with devils.
Page 45 - 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, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
Page 17 - Esteemed keep with her: for as she goes by, Into foul hearts a deathly chill is driven By love, that makes ill thought to perish there: While any who endures to gaze on her Must either be ennobled, or else die.
Page 27 - I FELT a spirit of love begin to stir Within my heart, long time unfelt till then ; And saw Love coming towards me, fair and fain (That I scarce knew him for his joyful cheer), Saying,
Page 19 - That Love at length out of his sleep will start. And women feel the same for worthy men. This sonnet is divided into two parts. In the first, I speak of him according to his power. In the second, I speak of him according as his power translates itself into act. The second part begins here :
Page 5 - O vos omnes, qui transitis per viam , attendite et videte si est dolor sicut dolor meus ; e pregare che mi soffermo d
Page 43 - I labor all I can, as she well knoweth. Wherefore if it be His pleasure through whom is the life of all things, that my life continue with me a few years, it is my hope that I shall yet write concerning her what hath not before been written of any woman.
Page 22 - CANST thou indeed be he that still would sing Of our dear lady unto none but us? For though thy voice confirms that it is thus, Thy visage might another witness bring. And wherefore is thy grief so sore a thing That grieving thou mak'st others dolorous? Hast thou too seen her weep, that thou from us Canst not conceal thine inward sorrowing? Nay, leave our woe to us: let us alone: "Twere sin if one should strive to soothe our woe, For in her weeping we have heard her speak: Also her look's so full...

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