Erotic Art
Erotic Art
The Ammonite and Moabite Armies Are Destroyed
The Dove Sent Forth From The Ark
Cain and Abel Offering their Sacrifices
Eastward amoung those trees, what glorious shape Comes this way moving
The heavenly bands Down from a sky of jasper lighted now In Paradise
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 130-132: Thais is this, the harlot, whose false lip Answer’d her doting paramour that ask’d, ‘Thankest me much!’
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 116-119: By the hair It bore the sever’d member, lantern-wise Pendent in hand, which look’d at us and said, “Woe’s me!”
"What cause," said he, "Hath bow'd thee thus!" (Canto XIX., 138-139)
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: “Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.”
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: "Curs’d wolf! thy fury inward on thyself Prey, and consume thee!”
The Inferno, Canto 28, lines 30,31: Now mark how I do rip me: lo! How is Mahomet mangled.
O fond Arachne! thee I also saw (Canto XII., line 43)
The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Look’d on exclaiming: “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
"Ser Brunetto! And are ye here?" (Canto XV., lines 28-29)
Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe! (Canto XVIII., line 38)
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 72-74: 'Bard! willingly I would address those two together coming, Which seem so light before the wind.'
The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: “Haste now,” the foremost cried, “now haste thee death!”
But Virgil roused me: "What yet gazest on? (Canto XXIX., line 4)
The Inferno, Canto 18, line 38: Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!
Thais is this, the harlot (Canto XVIII., line 130)
Comes on an old man, hoary white with eld, (Canto III., line 77)
Call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, (Canto XXVIII., lines 69-70)
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.
The Inferno, Canto 18, lines 116-117: “Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?”
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.”
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 38-39: “ That is the ancient soul Of wretched Myrrha,”
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 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 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.”
