The Vision, Or Hell, Purgatory, and ParadiseT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1881 - 452 páginas |
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... living man ! whate'er thou be ! " He answer'd : " Now not man , man once I And born of Lombard parents , Mantuans both By country , when the power of Julius yet was , 65 1 Was scarcely firm . At Rome my life was 2 HELL .
... living man ! whate'er thou be ! " He answer'd : " Now not man , man once I And born of Lombard parents , Mantuans both By country , when the power of Julius yet was , 65 1 Was scarcely firm . At Rome my life was 2 HELL .
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... offspring still Is to the living join'd ; and bid him know , That if from answer silent I abstain'd , ' Twas that my thought was occupied intent DARREN SINCY 110 Upon that error , which thy help hath solv'd . 34 HELL .
... offspring still Is to the living join'd ; and bid him know , That if from answer silent I abstain'd , ' Twas that my thought was occupied intent DARREN SINCY 110 Upon that error , which thy help hath solv'd . 34 HELL .
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... living , dead such now I am . If Jove Weary his workman out , from whom in ire He snatch'd the lightnings , that at my last day Transfix'd me , if the rest be weary out At their black smithy labouring by turns In Mongibello , while he ...
... living , dead such now I am . If Jove Weary his workman out , from whom in ire He snatch'd the lightnings , that at my last day Transfix'd me , if the rest be weary out At their black smithy labouring by turns In Mongibello , while he ...
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... living feet unharm'd The soil of Hell . He , in whose track thou see'st My steps pursuing , naked though he be 35 And reft of all , was of more high estate Than thou believest ; grandchild of the chaste Gualdrada , him they Guidoguerra ...
... living feet unharm'd The soil of Hell . He , in whose track thou see'st My steps pursuing , naked though he be 35 And reft of all , was of more high estate Than thou believest ; grandchild of the chaste Gualdrada , him they Guidoguerra ...
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... living I of you did merit aught , Whate'er the measure were of that desert , When in the world my lofty strain I pour'd , Move ye not on , till one of you unfold In what clime death o'ertook him self - destroy'd . " Of the old flame ...
... living I of you did merit aught , Whate'er the measure were of that desert , When in the world my lofty strain I pour'd , Move ye not on , till one of you unfold In what clime death o'ertook him self - destroy'd . " Of the old flame ...
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The Vision, Or, Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri Dante Alighieri Visualização completa - 1892 |
The Vision, Or, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise of Dante Alighieri Dante Alighieri Visualização completa - 1845 |
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Æneid answer'd appear'd Arezzo arriv'd art thou ascend aught Averroes beam Beatrice began behold beneath blessed bosom Branca Doria bright CANTO chang'd Charles of Anjou circle cried Dante descend didst dost doth drew E'en e'er earth erewhile eternal evil exclaim'd eyes feet fell fix'd flame Florence forthwith gaze Ghibelline grace Guido hand hath hear heard heart heav'n hence holy Julius Cæsar light look look'd Lucca mark'd mighty mortal mount mountain mov'd ne'er o'er onward Ovid pass'd perchance Phaëton Phlegyas Pistoia Purgatory rais'd reach'd replied rest return'd rock round seem'd shade side sight song soon Sordello soul spake speak spirit star Statius steps stood straight stream sweet tell Thebes thee thence thine thirst thou hast thou mayst thou shalt thought thyself truth turn'd twixt unto Villani Virgil virtue visage voice wave weeping whence wherefore wings words wouldst
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Página vii - 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.
Página 4 - 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, 5 Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.* Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Página viii - The hour was morning's prime, and on his way Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,' That with him rose when Love Divine first moved Those its fair works...
Página 359 - But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt With all the grisly legions that troop Under the sooty flag of Acheron...
Página 142 - NOW was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
Página 139 - There underneath, not made by torments sad, But by dun shades alone ; where mourning's voice Sounds not of anguish sharp, but breathes in sighs. There I with little innocents abide, Who by death's fangs were bitten, ere exempt From human taint. There I with those abide, Who the three holy virtues' put not on, But understood the rest,* and without blame Follow'd them all. But, if thou know'st, and canst, Direct us how we soonest may arrive, Where Purgatory its true beginning takes.
Página 121 - Down, down ; bend low Thy knees ; behold God's angel : fold thy hands : Now shalt thou see true ministers indeed.
Página 134 - And dashed it into Arno; from my breast Loosening the cross, that of myself I made When overcome with pain. He hurl'd me on, Along the banks and bottom of his course ; Then in his muddy spoils encircling wrapt.
Página 359 - 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...
Página 353 - Here thou to us, of charity and love, Art, as the noon-day torch ; and art, beneath, To mortal men, of hope a living spring. So mighty art thou, Lady, and so great, That he, who grace desireth, and comes not To thee for aidance, fain would have desire Fly without wings.