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The Fairy Festival
| Artist: | Gustave Dore |
| Title: | The Fairy Festival |
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The Inferno, Canto 10, lines 40-42: He, soon as there I stood at the tomb’s foot,/ Ey’d me a space, then in disdainful mood/ Address’d me: “Say, what ancestors were thine?” | 
The Inferno, Canto 11, lines 6-7: From the profound abyss, behind the lid/ Of a great monument we stood retir’d | 
The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 11-14: and there/ At point of the disparted ridge lay stretch’d/ The infamy of Crete, detested brood/ Of the feign’d heifer | 
The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 38-39: One cried from far: “Say to what pain ye come/ Condemn’d, who down this steep have journied?” | 
The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 73-74: We to those beasts, that rapid strode along,/ Drew near | 
The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: “Haste now,” the foremost cried, “now haste thee death!” | 
The Inferno, Canto 13, line 34: And straight the trunk exclaim’d: “Why pluck’st thou me?” | 
The Inferno, Canto 13, lines 11: Here the brute Harpies make their nest |
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