The Vision, Or Hell, Purgatory, and ParadiseT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1881 - 452 páginas |
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... shalt hear despairing shrieks , and see Spirits of old tormented , who invoke A second death ; and those next view , who dwell Content in fire , for that they hope to come , 115 Whene'er the time may be , among the blest , Into whose ...
... shalt hear despairing shrieks , and see Spirits of old tormented , who invoke A second death ; and those next view , who dwell Content in fire , for that they hope to come , 115 Whene'er the time may be , among the blest , Into whose ...
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... shalt thou know , soon as our steps arrive Beside the woeful tide of Acheron . " Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame , Fearing my words offensive to his ear , Till we had reach'd the river , I from speech Abstain'd . And ...
... shalt thou know , soon as our steps arrive Beside the woeful tide of Acheron . " Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame , Fearing my words offensive to his ear , Till we had reach'd the river , I from speech Abstain'd . And ...
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... shalt follow next . " Then I his alter'd hue perceiving , thus : " How may I speed , if thou yieldest to dread , Who still art wont to comfort me in doubt ? " " He then : " The anguish of that race below With pity stains my cheek ...
... shalt follow next . " Then I his alter'd hue perceiving , thus : " How may I speed , if thou yieldest to dread , Who still art wont to comfort me in doubt ? " " He then : " The anguish of that race below With pity stains my cheek ...
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... cried aloud : " Art thou arriv'd , fell spirit ? " - " Phlegyas , Phlegyas , This time thou criest in vain , " my lord replied ; " No longer shalt thou have us , but while o'er 20 26 The slimy pool we pass . " As one who HELL . 25.
... cried aloud : " Art thou arriv'd , fell spirit ? " - " Phlegyas , Phlegyas , This time thou criest in vain , " my lord replied ; " No longer shalt thou have us , but while o'er 20 26 The slimy pool we pass . " As one who HELL . 25.
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... shalt thou tarry , who through clime so dark Hast been his escort . " Now bethink thee , reader ! What cheer was mine at sound of those curs'd words . I did believe I never should return . 90 " O my lov'd guide ! who more than seven ...
... shalt thou tarry , who through clime so dark Hast been his escort . " Now bethink thee , reader ! What cheer was mine at sound of those curs'd words . I did believe I never should return . 90 " O my lov'd guide ! who more than seven ...
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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 |
Termos e frases comuns
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.