The Inferno Paintings

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.

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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?"

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The Inferno, Canto 21, line 70: 'Be none of you outrageous.'

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The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 79-81: The crust Came drawn from underneath in flakes, like scales Scrap'd from the bream or fish of broader mail.

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The Inferno, Canto 17, line 7: Forthwith that image vile of fraud appear'd

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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."

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The Inferno, Canto 18, line 38: Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!

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The Inferno, Canto 8, lines 110-111: I could not hear what terms he offer'd them, But they conferr'd not long

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The Inferno, Canto 23, lines 52-54: Scarcely had his feet Reach'd to the lowest of the bed beneath, When over us the steep they reach'd

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The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 67-68: "Hast no help For me, my father!"

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The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 73-74: We to those beasts, that rapid strode along, Drew near

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The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 8-9: "Curs'd wolf! thy fury inward on thyself Prey, and consume thee!"

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The Inferno, Canto 17, line 117: New terror I conceiv'd at the steep plunge

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The Inferno, Canto 13, line 120: "Haste now," the foremost cried, "now haste thee death!"

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The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61: The other two Look'd on exclaiming: "Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!"

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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.

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The Inferno, Canto 12, lines 38-39: One cried from far: "Say to what pain ye come Condemn'd, who down this steep have journied?"

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The Inferno, Canto 6, lines 49-52: 'Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim, Ay that the measure overflows its bounds, Held me in brighter days. Ye citizens Were wont to name me Ciacco.'

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The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 73-74: Then fasting got The mastery of grief.

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The Inferno, Canto 33, lines 62-63: Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down My spirit in stillness.

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The Inferno, Canto 5, lines 134-135: 'In its leaves that day We read no more.'

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