The Inferno, Canto 14, line 37-39: Unceasing was the play of wretched hands, Now this, now that way glancing, to shake off The heat, still falling fresh. -
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
Indigenous Natives Doing a Ceremonial Dance -
John White
The Fight Between the Lapiths and the Centaurs, detail of Centaurs attacking the Lapiths c.1490s -
Cosimo Piero di
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 38-39: That is the ancient soul Of wretched Myrrha, -
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
