Gustave Dore
Gustave Dore
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
"What cause," said he, "Hath bow'd thee thus!" (Canto XIX., 138-139)
But Virgil roused me: "What yet gazest on? (Canto XXIX., line 4)
Thais is this, the harlot (Canto XVIII., line 130)
Comes on an old man, hoary white with eld, (Canto III., line 77)
