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The Inferno, Canto 19, lines 10-11: There stood I like the friar, that doth shrive/ A wretch for murder doom’d |
The Inferno, Canto 21, line 70: “Be none of you outrageous.” |
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said,/ They grappled him with more than hundred hooks |
The Inferno, Canto 22, line 70: In pursuit/ He therefore sped, exclaiming; “Thou art caught.” |
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The Inferno, Canto 22, lines 137-139: But the’ other prov’d/ A goshawk able to rend well his foe;/ And in the boiling lake both fell. |
The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 52-54: Scarcely had his feet/ Reach’d to the lowest of the bed beneath,/ When over us the steep they reach’d |
The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 92-94: “Tuscan, who visitest/ The college of the mourning hypocrites,/ Disdain not to instruct us who thou art.” |
The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92: Amid this dread exuberance of woe/ Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear,/ Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide,/ Or heliotrope to charm them out of view. |
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The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two/ Look’d on exclaiming: “Ah, how dost thou change,/ Agnello!” |
The Inferno, Canto 26, lines 46-49: The guide, who mark’d/ How I did gaze attentive, thus began:/ “Within these ardours are the spirits, each/ Swath’d in confining fire.” |
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The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 116-119: By the hair/ It bore the sever’d member, lantern-wise/ Pendent in hand, which look’d at us and said,/ “Woe’s me!” |
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The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 30,31: Now mark how I do rip me: lo!/ How is Mahomet mangled. |
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 69-72: call thou to mind/ Piero of Medicina, if again/ Returning, thou behold’st the pleasant land/ That from Vercelli slopes to Mercabo; |
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 4-6: But Virgil rous’d me: “What yet gazest on?/ Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below/ Among the maim’d and miserable shades? |
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 52-56: Then my sight/ Was livelier to explore the depth, wherein/ The minister of the most mighty Lord,/ All-searching Justice, dooms to punishment/ The forgers noted on her dread record. |
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The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust/ Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales/ Scrap’d from the bream or fish of broader mail. |
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 33-34: “That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood/ Of random mischief vent he still his spite.” |
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 38-39: “ That is the ancient soul/ Of wretched Myrrha,” |
The Inferno, Canto 31, lines 133-135: Yet in th’ abyss,/ That Lucifer with Judas low ingulfs,/ Lightly he plac’d us; |
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The Inferno, Canto 31, lines 64-66: “O senseless spirit! let thy horn for thee/ Interpret: therewith vent thy rage, if rage/ Or other passion wring thee.” |
The Inferno, Canto 31, lines 82-84: “This proud one/ Would of his strength against almighty Jove/ Make trial,” |
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The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 127-129: Not more furiously/ On Menalippus’ temples Tydeus gnaw’d,/ Than on that skull and on its garbage he. |
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The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 20-22: “Look how thou walkest. Take/ Good heed, thy soles do tread not on the heads/ Of thy poor brethren.” |
The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 97-98: Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried:/ “Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here.” |
The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 62-63: Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down/ My spirit in stillness. |
The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 67-68: ’Hast no help/ For me, my father!’ |
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The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 73-74: Then fasting got/ The mastery of grief. |
The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 127-129: By that hidden way/ My guide and I did enter, to return/ To the fair world |
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The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 133: Thus issuing we again beheld the stars. |
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The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 20-21: “Lo!” he exclaim’d, “lo Dis! and lo the place,/ Where thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength.” |
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 105-106: “Love brought us to one death: Caina waits/ The soul, who spilt our life.” |
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 134-135: “In its leaves that day/ We read no more.” |
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 137-138: I through compassion fainting, seem’d not far/ From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground. |
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The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 72-74: “Bard! willingly/ I would address those two together coming,/ Which seem so light before the wind.” |
The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 24-26: Then my guide, his palms/ Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth/ Rais’d them, and cast it in his ravenous maw. |
The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 49-52: “Thy city heap’d with envy to the brim,/ Ay that the measure overflows its bounds,/ Held me in brighter days. Ye citizens/ Were wont to name me Ciacco.” |
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: “Now seest thou, son!/ The souls of those, whom anger overcame.” |
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The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 65-67: “Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon,/ Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls/ Might purchase rest for one.” |
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: “Curs’d wolf! thy fury inward on thyself/ Prey, and consume thee!” |
The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 110-111: I could not hear what terms he offer’d them,/ But they conferr’d not long |
The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 27-29: Soon as both embark’d,/ Cutting the waves, goes on the ancient prow,/ More deeply than with others it is wont. |
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The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 39-41: My teacher sage/ Aware, thrusting him back: “Away! down there/ To the’ other dogs!” |
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The Inferno, Canto 9, line 46: “Mark thou each dire Erinnys.” |
The Inferno, Canto 9, lines 124-126: “He answer thus return’d:/ The arch-heretics are here, accompanied/ By every sect their followers;” |
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The Inferno, Canto 9, lines 87-89: To the gate/ He came, and with his wand touch’d it, whereat/ Open without impediment it flew. |
The Martyrdom of the Holy Innocents |
The Murder of Abel |
The Raven |
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