The Inferno, Canto 17, line 117: New terror I conceivd at the steep plunge -
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 18, line 38: Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe! -
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 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
Coming Into Port In Stormy Weather - Edward William Cooke
The Snowstorm - Francisco De Goya y Lucientes
Storm - (after) Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky
Sunset After A Storm On The Coast Of Sicily - Andreas Achenbach
Summer Showers - George Vicat Cole
Passing off of the Storm - John Frederick Kensett
Rainy Afternoon - Vittorio Guaccimanni
Storm by a Lake - Pierre-Henri de Valenciennes