Gustave Dore
Gustave Dore
Ye host of heaven! whose glory I survey (Canto XVIII., line 126)
The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 11-14: and there At point of the disparted ridge lay stretch’d The infamy of Crete, detested brood Of the feign’d heifer
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.
The Inferno, Canto 9, line 46: “Mark thou each dire Erinnys.”
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)
The Inferno, Canto 13, lines 11: Here the brute Harpies make their nest
Le Reve De La Femme De Pilate, Claudia Procula
Abraham Entertains Three Strangers
