The Inferno, Canto 13, lines 11: Here the brute Harpies make their nest -
Gustave Dore
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 15, lines 28-29: Sir! Brunetto! And art thou here? -
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 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 19, lines 10-11: There stood I like the friar, that doth shrive A wretch for murder doomd -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 22, line 70: In pursuit He therefore sped, exclaiming; Thou art caught. -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 22, lines 137-139: But the other provd A goshawk able to rend well his foe; And in the boiling lake both fell. -
Gustave Dore
The Solitary Willow - Paul Mathieu
The Grove Hampstead (The Admirals House) 1832 - John Constable
Peterborough House and Westminster Abbey - Francis Place
A Cottage In Spring - John Appleton Brown
Picking Apples 1952 - Mihaly Kovacs
The Miracle of San Bernardino - Sano Di Pietro
The Tuileries - Eugene Charles Francois Guerard
A rocky wooded landscape near Olevano - Heinrich Reinhold
View of Paris from the Pointe de la Cite - Theodor Matham