Dante as Philosopher, Patriot, and Poet: With an Analysis of the Divina Commedia, Its Plot and Episodes

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Scribner, 1865 - 413 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 157 - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Strana 30 - When he prepared the heavens, I was there : when He set a compass upon the face of the depth : when He established the clouds above: when He strengthened the fountains of the deep : when He gave to the sea His decree, that the waters should not pass His commandment; when He appointed the foundations of the earth : then I was by Him as one brought up with Him; and I was daily His delight, rejoicing always before him: rejoicing in the habitable part of His earth; and my delights were with the sons...
Strana 149 - IN the midway * of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct ; and e'en to tell, It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
Strana 412 - O speech ! How feeble and how faint art thou, to give Conception birth. Yet this to what I saw Is less than little.
Strana 263 - NOW was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
Strana 157 - Here sighs, with lamentations and loud moans, Resounded through the air pierced by no star, That e'en I wept at entering. Various tongues, Horrible languages, outcries of woe, Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse, With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds, Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd, Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
Strana 296 - The temporal and eternal, thou hast seen ; And art arrived, where of itself my ken No further reaches. I, with skill and art, Thus far have drawn thee. Now thy pleasure take For guide. Thou hast o'ercome the steeper way, O'ercome the straiter. Lo ! the sun, that darts His beam upon thy forehead : lo ! the herb, The arborets and flowers, which of itself This land pours forth profuse.
Strana 165 - As doves By fond desire invited, on wide wings And firm, to their sweet nest returning home, Cleave the air, wafted by their will along ; Thus issued, from that troop where Dido ranks, They, through the ill air speeding : with such force My cry prevail'd, by strong affection urged.
Strana 386 - E'EN as the bird, who midst the leafy bower Has, in her nest, sat darkling through the night, With her sweet brood ; impatient to descry Their wished looks, and to bring home their food, In the fond quest unconscious of her toil : She, of the time prevenient, on the spray, That overhangs their couch, with wakeful gaze Expects the sun ; nor ever, till the dawn, Removeth from the east her eager ken...
Strana 359 - Let not the people be too swift to judge; As one who reckons on the blades in field, Or e'er the crop be ripe. For I have seen The thorn frown rudely all the winter long, And after bear the rose upon its top ; 130 And bark, that all her way across the sea Ran straight and speedy, perish at the last E'en in the haven's mouth.

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