Gustave Dore
Gustave Dore
Jephthah's Daughter And Her Companions
Joseph Interpreting Pharaoh's Dream
The Inferno, Canto 10, lines 40-42: He, soon as there I stood at the tomb’s foot, Ey’d me a space, then in disdainful mood Address’d me: “Say, what ancestors were thine?”
The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 110-111: I could not hear what terms he offer’d them, But they conferr’d not long
Jonah Calling Nineveh To Repentance
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.
Again mine eyes were fix'd on Beatrice, (Canto XXI., line 1)
Don Quixote and Sancho Panza Entertained by Basil and Quiteria
Bohemond alone mounts the rampart of antioch crusades bohemond mounts rampart of antioch
The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 27-29: Soon as both embark’d, Cutting the waves, goes on the ancient prow, More deeply than with others it is wont.
The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 137-138: I through compassion fainting, seem’d not far From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.
The Inferno, Canto 32, lines 20-22: “Look how thou walkest. Take Good heed, thy soles do tread not on the heads Of thy poor brethren.”
The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 38-39: “ That is the ancient soul Of wretched Myrrha,”
The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 24-26: Then my guide, his palms Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth Rais’d them, and cast it in his ravenous maw.
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 19, lines 10-11: There stood I like the friar, that doth shrive A wretch for murder doom’d
a panther, nimble, light, (Canto I., line 30)
There Minos stands. (Canto V., line 4)
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 92-94: “Tuscan, who visitest The college of the mourning hypocrites, Disdain not to instruct us who thou art.”
