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Blacksmith Shop at Tangiers

Blacksmith Shop at Tangiers

Scene at Sale, Morocco

Scene at Sale, Morocco

The Arab Gunsmith

The Arab Gunsmith

Catch of the Day

Catch of the Day

Scene among the Andes

Scene among the Andes

Scene on the Catskill Creek, New York

Scene on the Catskill Creek, New York

View near Stockbridge, Mass.

View near Stockbridge, Mass.

View of Cotopaxi

View of Cotopaxi

Scene in Morocco

Scene in Morocco

Samson and Delilah

Samson and Delilah

Abigail besänftigt den Zorn Davids durch Geschenke

Abigail besänftigt den Zorn Davids durch Geschenke

Erminia and the Shepherds

Erminia and the Shepherds

Jacob, Ephraim, and Manasseh

Jacob, Ephraim, and Manasseh

Loth and his doughters

Loth and his doughters

Race of Atalanta

Race of Atalanta

The Flaying of Marsyas

The Flaying of Marsyas

Suihkukaivon Äärellä

Suihkukaivon Äärellä

La Chute Des Titans

La Chute Des Titans

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 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 11, lines 6-7. From the profound abyss, behind the lid Of a great monument we stood retir’d

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 33-34. “That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood Of random mischief vent he still his spite.”

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 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 67-68. ’Hast no help For me, my father!’

The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 67-68. ’Hast no help For me, my father!’

Enthauptung der hl. Dorothea

Enthauptung der hl. Dorothea

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