The Vision, Or, Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante AlighieriF. Warne, 1892 - 496 pàgines |
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The Vision, Or, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise of Dante Alighieri Dante Alighieri Visualització completa - 1845 |
The Vision: Or, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise of Dante Alighieri Dante Alighieri Visualització completa - 1892 |
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Pàgina 145 - 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.
Pàgina 360 - E'en such am I : for all the vision dies, As 'twere, away ; and yet the sense of sweet, That sprang from it, still trickles in my heart. Thus in the sun-thaw is the snow unseal'd ; Thus in the winds on flitting leaves was lost The Sibyl's sentence.
Pàgina 20 - If thou art bent to know the primal root, From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight we read of Lancelot,* How him love thrall'd.
Pàgina 360 - Sibyl's sentence. 0 eternal beam ! (Whose height what reach of mortal thought may soar?) Yield me again some little particle Of what thou then appearedst ; give my tongue Power, but to leave one sparkle of thy glory, Unto the race to come, that shall not lose Thy triumph wholly, if thou waken aught Of memory in me, and endure to hear The record sound in this unequal strain.
Pàgina 10 - 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.
Pàgina 101 - John counsel mischievous. Father and son I set at mutual war. For Absalom And David more did not Ahitophel, Spurring them on maliciously to strife. For parting those so closely knit, my brain Parted, alas! I carry from its source, That in this trunk inhabits. Thus the law Of retribution fiercely works in me.
Pàgina 10 - We are come Where I have told thee we shall see the souls To misery doom'd, who intellectual good Have lost.
Pàgina 148 - 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...
Pàgina 116 - When I awoke Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard My sons (for they were with me) weep and ask For bread. Right cruel art thou, if no pang Thou feel at thinking what my heart foretold ; And if not now, why use thy tears to flow?
Pàgina 18 - As, in large troops And multitudinous, when winter reigns, The starlings on their wings are borne abroad; So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls. On this side and on that, above, below, It drives them: hope of rest to solace them Is none, nor e'en of milder pang.