The Harvard Classics, Volume 20P.F. Collier & son, 1909 - Literature |
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... her way will suffer none To pass , and no less hinderance makes than death : So bad and so accursed in her kind , That never sated is her ravenous will , Still after food more craving than before . To many CANTO I 7 HELL.
... her way will suffer none To pass , and no less hinderance makes than death : So bad and so accursed in her kind , That never sated is her ravenous will , Still after food more craving than before . To many CANTO I 7 HELL.
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... less , through lack of baptism , merit not the bliss of Paradise . Hence he is led on by Virgil to descend into the second circle . B ROKE the deep slumber in my brain a crash Of heavy thunder , that I shook myself , As one by main ...
... less , through lack of baptism , merit not the bliss of Paradise . Hence he is led on by Virgil to descend into the second circle . B ROKE the deep slumber in my brain a crash Of heavy thunder , that I shook myself , As one by main ...
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... less secret they display'd , Which still is without bolt ; upon its arch Thou saw'st the deadly scroll : and even now , On this side of its entrance , down the steep , Passing the circles , unescorted , comes One whose strong might can ...
... less secret they display'd , Which still is without bolt ; upon its arch Thou saw'st the deadly scroll : and even now , On this side of its entrance , down the steep , Passing the circles , unescorted , comes One whose strong might can ...
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... less My fear was at his saying ; sith I drew To import worse , perchance , than that he held , His mutilated speech . " Doth ever any Into this rueful concave's extreme depth Descend , out of the first degree , whose pain Is deprivation ...
... less My fear was at his saying ; sith I drew To import worse , perchance , than that he held , His mutilated speech . " Doth ever any Into this rueful concave's extreme depth Descend , out of the first degree , whose pain Is deprivation ...
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... our Saviour . It would seem as if the good father had forgotten that Cer- berus is himself no less a creature of the imagination than the hero who encountered him . This said , he turn'd back o'er the filthy way CANTO IX 39 HELL.
... our Saviour . It would seem as if the good father had forgotten that Cer- berus is himself no less a creature of the imagination than the hero who encountered him . This said , he turn'd back o'er the filthy way CANTO IX 39 HELL.
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Angels answer'd appear'd aught beam Beatrice began behold beneath blessed Branca Doria breast Cacciaguida Cæsar Canto Charles Martel Charles of Anjou Christ circle Corso Donati cried Dante descend divine dost doth E'en e'er earth erewhile eternal evil exclaim'd eyes Faenza Farinata degli Uberti fell fix'd flame Florence forthwith gaze Ghibelline grace Guido Guido da Montefeltro hath hear heard Heaven Hell hence holy King light living Lombardi look look'd Malebolge mark'd mortal moved ne'er o'er onward pass pass'd Pistoia Poet Purgatory Ravenna reach'd replied rest return'd rock round seem'd shade side sight smile song soon Sordello soul spake speak spirit star Statius steps stood stream sweet tell thee thence thine Thomas Aquinas thou hast thou mayst thou shalt thought torment truth turn'd twixt unto Virgil virtue visage voice whence wherefore wings words XX HC
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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 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 228 - Enters Alagna; in his Vicar Christ Himself a captive, and his mockery Acted again. Lo! to his holy lip The vinegar and gall once more applied ; And he 'twixt living robbers doom'd to bleed. Lo ! the new Pilate, of whose cruelty Such violence cannot fill the measure up, With no decree to sanction, pushes on Into the temple
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 140 - twixt the fifth day and sixth: Whence I betook me, now grown blind, to grope Over them all, and for three days aloud Call'd on them who were dead. Then, fasting got The mastery of grief.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 183 - Befriending, prosper your ascent," resumed The courteous keeper of the gate : " Come then Before our steps." We straightway thither came. The lowest stair 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. On this God's Angel either foot sustain 'd, Upon...
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.
Page 112 - Joy seized us straight; But soon to mourning changed. From the new land A whirlwind sprung, and at her foremost side Did strike the vessel. Thrice it whirl'd her round With all the waves; the fourth time lifted up The poop, and sank the prow: so fate decreed: And over us the booming billow closed.
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...