The World's Great Classics, Volume 51
Timothy Dwight, Julian Hawthorne
Colonial Press, 1901 - Literature
Library Committee: Timothy Dwight ... Richard Henry Stoddard, Arthur Richmond Marsh, A.B. [and others] ... Illustrated with nearly two hundred photogravures, etchings, colored plates and full page portraits of great authors. Clarence Cook, art editor.
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angel answer answer'd arrived Beatrice began behold beneath blessed body called Canto cause changed circle close course cried Dante death descend desire doth doubt E'en earth eternal evil eyes face fall fear feet fell fire flame Florence hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven held hence hope Italy King land leaves less light living look mark master mind mount mountain moved nature needs o'er once pass Poet replied rest rise rock round seem'd seems seen shalt side sight soon soul sound space spake speak spirit stand stars steps stood straight stream sweet tell thee thence thine things thou thought truth turn turn'd unto Virgil virtue voice wave whence wish
Page 20 - Then turning, I to them my speech address'd, And thus began : " Francesca ! 8 your sad fate Even to tears my grief and pity moves. But tell me ; in the time of your sweet sighs, By what, and how Love granted, that ye knew Your yet uncertain wishes ? " She replied : " No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.
Page 423 - In that abyss Of radiance, clear and lofty, seem'd, methought, Three orbs of triple hue, dipt in one bound : And, from another, one reflected seem'd, As rainbow is from rainbow : and the third Seem'd fire, breathed equally from both. O speech ! How feeble and how faint art thou, to give Conception birth.
Page 9 - 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 1 - 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 68 - Colours variegated more Nor Turks nor Tartars e'er on cloth of state With interchangeable embroidery wove, Nor spread Arachne o'er her curious loom. As oft-times a light skiff moor'd to the shore, Stands part in water, part upon the land ; Or, as where dwells the greedy German boor, The beaver settles, watching for his prey ; So on the rim, that fenced the sand with rock, Sat perch'd the fiend of evil. In the void Glancing, his tail upturn'd, its venomous fork With sting like scorpion's arm'd.
Page 140 - 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.
Page 10 - Here sighs, with lamentations and loud moans, Resounded through the air pierced by no star, That e'en I wept at entering. Various tongues, Horrible languages, outcries of woe, Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse, With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds, Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd, Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
Page 123 - 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 179 - We straightway thither came. The lowest stair8 was marble white, so smooth And polish'd, that therein my mirror'd form Distinct I saw. The next of hue more dark Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block, Crack'd lengthwise and across. The third, that lay Massy above, seem'd porphyry, that flamed Red as the life-blood spouting from a vein.
Page 107 - Marocco, either shore I saw, And the Sardinian and each isle beside Which round that ocean bathes. Tardy with age Were I and my companions, when we came To the strait pass, where Hercules ordain'd The boundaries not to be o'erstepp'd by man The walls of Seville to my right I left, On the other hand already Ceuta past.