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1891 Results found for rhythm of black lines rhythm black lines
1891 Artwork
17 Artist
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The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 130-132. Thais is this, the harlot, whose false lip Answer’d her doting paramour that ask’d, ‘Thankest me much!’
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, lines 50-51. This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks
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.
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.”
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!”
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 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;
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,”
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!’
The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 73-74. Then fasting got The mastery of grief.
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 137-138. I through compassion fainting, seem’d not far From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.
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.'
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