Gustave Dore
Gustave Dore
The Ammonite and Moabite Armies Are Destroyed
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 7, lines 118-119: “Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.”
The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Look’d on exclaiming: “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
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 18, lines 116-117: “Why greedily thus bendest more on me, Than on these other filthy ones, thy ken?”
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.
