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The Inferno, Canto 9, lines 87-89: To the gate He came, and with his wand touch’d it, whereat Open without impediment it flew.
There Minos stands. (Canto V., line 4)
The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 92-94: “Tuscan, who visitest The college of the mourning hypocrites, Disdain not to instruct us who thou art.”
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.
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 69-72: call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, if again Returning, thou behold’st the pleasant land That from Vercelli slopes to Mercabo
The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 62-63: Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down My spirit in stillness.
The Inferno, Canto 22, lines 137-139: But the’ other prov’d A goshawk able to rend well his foe; And in the boiling lake both fell.
The Inferno, Canto 9, lines 124-126: “He answer thus return’d: The arch-heretics are here, accompanied By every sect their followers;”
A Couple and two Children sleeping on a London Bridge
The Inferno, Canto 17, line 117: New terror I conceiv’d at the steep plunge
The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 73-74: Then fasting got The mastery of grief.
The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales Scrap’d from the bream or fish of broader mail.
The Inferno, Canto 34, lines 133: Thus issuing we again beheld the stars.
The Inferno, Canto 21, lines 50-51: This said, They grappled him with more than hundred hooks
The Inferno, Canto 22, line 70: In pursuit He therefore sped, exclaiming; “Thou art caught.”
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 33-34: “That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood Of random mischief vent he still his spite.”
The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92: Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 105-106: 'Love brought us to one death: Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life.'
"This proud one Would of his strength against almighty Jove Make trial." (Canto XXXI., lines 82-84)
Le Reve De La Femme De Pilate, Claudia Procula
All hope abandon, ye who enter here. (Canto III., line 9)
