Dante as Philosopher, Patriot, and Poet: With an Analysis of the Divina Commedia, Its Plot and EpisodesScribner, 1865 - 413 pàgines |
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Dante as Philosopher, Patriot, and Poet: With an Analysis of the Divina ... Vincenzo Botta Visualització completa - 1865 |
Dante as Philosopher, Patriot, and Poet: With an Analysis of the Divina ... Vincenzo Botta Visualització completa - 1865 |
Dante as Philosopher, Patriot, and Poet: With an Analysis of the Divina ... Vincenzo Botta Visualització completa - 1865 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 404 - There is in Heaven a light, whose goodly shine Makes the Creator visible to all Created, that in seeing Him alone Have peace ; and in a circle spreads so far, That the circumference were too loose a zone To girdle in the sun.
Pàgina 412 - Seem'd fire, breathed equally from both. O speech ! How feeble and how faint art thou, to give Conception birth.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 409 - Here thou to us, of charity and love, Art, as the noonday torch ; and art, beneath, To mortal men, of hope a living spring. So mighty art thou, lady, and so great, That he, who grace desireth, and comes not To thee for aidance, fain would have desire Fly without wings.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 157 - Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Pàgina 139 - ; an emblem of the noblest conception of that age. If Sin is so fatal, and Hell is and must be so rigorous, awful, yet in Repentance too is man purified ; Repentance is the grand Christian act. It is beautiful how Dante works it out. The tremolar dell...