The Vision, Or, Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri

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F. Warne, 1889 - 496 pages
 

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Page 330 - For, behold, in those days, and in that time, when I shall bring again the captivity of Judah and Jerusalem, I will also gather all nations, and will bring them down into the valley of Jehoshaphat, and will plead with them there for My people and for My heritage Israel, whom they have scattered among the nations, and parted My land.
Page 371 - Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus.
Page 14 - 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.
Page 322 - 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...
Page 321 - But the Lord said unto him, Go thy way : for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel : For I will shew him how great things he must suffer for my name's sake.
Page 71 - For not on downy plumes, nor under shade Of canopy reposing, fame is won ; Without which whosoe'er consumes his days, Leaveth such vestige of .himself on earth, As smoke in air or foam upon the wave.
Page 429 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 100 - The sharp tusks gore their sides. 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?
Page 91 - attentively regard Adamo's woe. When living, full supply Ne'er lack'd me of what most I coveted; One drop of water now, alas ! I crave. The rills, that glitter down the grassy slopes Of Casentino, making fresh and soft The banks whereby they glide to Arno's stream, Stand ever in my view...
Page xii - 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...

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