Gustave Dore
Gustave Dore
The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: "Curs’d wolf! thy fury inward on thyself Prey, and consume thee!”
"Ser Brunetto! And are ye here?" (Canto XV., lines 28-29)
A Mountainous Landscape with a Balloon
A Mountain Torrent in the Highlands
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.”
a panther, nimble, light, (Canto I., line 30)
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.
