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according angels answered appeared ARGUMENT Beatrice began begins behold beneath blessed body called CANTO cause changed Christ Church circle cried Dante Dante's death desire died divine doth doubt E'en earth eternal evil eyes face faith fall fell fire flame Florence give hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hell hence holy hope Italy King lady latter leave less light living look mark means mind moved nature needs original pass Poet Purg Purgatory refers rest round seemed seen shows side sight song soon soul spake speak spirit stand stars steps sweet tell thee things third thou thought translation true truth turned unto Virgil virtue voice whence wish
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 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 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 462 - Here vigor failed the towering fantasy : But yet the will rolled onward, like a wheel In even motion, by the love impelled, That moves the sun in heaven and all the stars.
Page 451 - Twixt gladness and, amaze, In sooth no will had I to utter aught, Or hear. And, as a pilgrim, when he rests Within the temple of his vow, looks round In breathless awe, and hopes some time to tell Of all its goodly state ; e'en so mine eyes Coursed up and down along the living light, Now low, and now aloft, and now around, Visiting every step. Looks I beheld, Where charity in soft persuasion sat ; Smiles from within, and radiance from above; And, in each gesture, grace and honour high.
Page 55 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...