The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 30,31: Now mark how I do rip me: lo! How is Mahomet mangled. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 31, lines 133-135: Yet in th abyss, That Lucifer with Judas low ingulfs, Lightly he placd us -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 97-98: Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried: Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 133: Thus issuing we again beheld the stars. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 116-119: By the hair It bore the severd member, lantern-wise Pendent in hand, which lookd at us and said, Woes me! -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 130-132: Thais is this, the harlot, whose false lip Answerd her doting paramour that askd, Thankest me much! -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 24-26: Then my guide, his palms Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth Raisd them, and cast it in his ravenous maw. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 26, lines 46-49: The guide, who markd How I did gaze attentive, thus began: Within these ardours are the spirits, each Swathd in confining fire. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 27-29: Soon as both embarkd, Cutting the waves, goes on the ancient prow, More deeply than with others it is wont. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 73-74: We to those beasts, that rapid strode along, Drew near -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 65-67: Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon, Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls Might purchase rest for one. -
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The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 92-94: Tuscan, who visitest The college of the mourning hypocrites, Disdain not to instruct us who thou art. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92: Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wingd with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view. -
Gustave Dore
La Chute Des Titans (The Clash of the Titans) -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 52-56: Then my sight Was livelier to explore the depth, wherein The minister of the most mighty Lord, All-searching Justice, dooms to punishment The forgers noted on her dread record. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 127-129: Not more furiously On Menalippus temples Tydeus gnawd, Than on that skull and on its garbage he. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 49-52: 'Thy city heapd 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.' -
Gustave Dore
