The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: Haste now, the foremost cried, now haste thee death! -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 52-54: Scarcely had his feet Reachd to the lowest of the bed beneath, When over us the steep they reachd -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Lookd on exclaiming: Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello! -
Gustave Dore
Portrait De Mme. Frederick Kent (Portrait of Mrs. Frederick Kent) -
Ary Scheffer
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 12, lines 73-74: We to those beasts, that rapid strode along, Drew near -
Gustave Dore
The Garden Of The Peaceful Arts (or Allegory Of The Court Of Isabelle D'Este) -
Lorenzo Costa
The Adjustment of Conflicting Interests: Count Raymond of Toulouse Swears at the Altar to Observe the Liberties of the City;ì Color Study for Mural, Supreme Court Room, Minnesota State Capitol,ì Saint Paul -
John La Farge
The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 133: Thus issuing we again beheld the stars. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame. -
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 Nativity: Adoration Of The Christ Child In The Stables with The Virgin And St. Joseph -
Albrecht Durer
The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 20-21: Lo! he exclaimd, lo Dis! and lo the place, Where thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 137-138: I through compassion fainting, seemd not far From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 22, line 70: In pursuit He therefore sped, exclaiming; Thou art caught. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales Scrapd from the bream or fish of broader mail. -
Gustave Dore
Ladders Cross the Blue Sky in a Wheel of Fire -
Joaquin Miro
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
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 116-117: Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken? -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 15, lines 28-29: Sir! Brunetto! And art thou here? -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 72-74: 'Bard! willingly I would address those two together coming, Which seem so light before the wind.' -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 11, lines 6-7: From the profound abyss, behind the lid Of a great monument we stood retird -
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. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 105-106: 'Love brought us to one death: Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life.' -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 30,31: Now mark how I do rip me: lo! How is Mahomet mangled. -
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 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 30, lines 33-34: That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood Of random mischief vent he still his spite. -
Gustave Dore
'The Sixth Age Shifts Into Lean And Slippered Pantaloon With Spectacles On Nose And Pouch On Side His Youthful Hose Well Saved, A World Too Wide For His Shrunk; And His Manly Voice Turning Again Towards Childish Treble, Pipes And Whistles In His Sound' -
Abraham Solomon