Dante's Divina Commedia: Its Scope and ValueBurns & Oates, 1887 - 425 psl. |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
according angels Aristotle Beatific Vision Beatrice behold blessed Boccaccio body Boethius Brunetto Latini Cacciaguida Cæsar charity Christ Christian Church circle Conv Convito Corso Donati creatures Dante Dante's death desire Divina Commedia divine doth E'en earth earthly Emperor Empire eternal evil eyes faith Father Florence Florentine Ghibellines gifts glory God's grace Guelfs Guido hast hath Heaven Hell Hence Holy hope human intellect Italy justice kings light Lord merit Monarch moral mystic nature noble Papacy Paradise peace penance perfect Peter Peter Damian poem poet poet's Pope prayer princes punishment Purg Purgatory reason Richard of St Roman Rome saints says seem'd sense sins soul sphere spirit stars Statius suffer sweet temporal thee theology things Thomas Thomas says thou torment truth Uguccione della Faggiuola unto viii Virgil virtue vision whilst wisdom words xxvii xxxi xxxiii
Populiarios ištraukos
94 psl. - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
181 psl. - Enters Alagna; in his Vicar Christ Himself a captive, and his mockery Acted again. Lo! to his holy lip The vinegar and gall once more applied ; And he 'twixt living robbers doom'd to bleed. Lo ! the new Pilate, of whose cruelty Such violence cannot fill the measure up, With no decree to sanction, pushes on Into the temple
407 psl. - Non fu la sposa di Cristo allevata del sangue mio, di Lin, di quel di Cleto, per essere ad acquisto d'oro usata; ma per acquisto d'esto viver lieto e Sisto e Pio e Calisto e Urbano sparser lo sangue dopo molto fleto.
115 psl. - If thou art bent to know the primal root. From whence our love gat being, I will do As one who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight, we read of Lancelot,
256 psl. - But, whether true or false, my opinion is that in the world of knowledge the idea of good appears last of all, and is seen only with an effort; and, when seen, is also inferred to be the universal author of all things beautiful and right, parent of light and of the lord of light in this visible world, and the immediate source of reason and truth in the intellectual; and that this is the power upon which he who would act rationally either in public or private life must have his eye fixed.
298 psl. - Here thou to us, of charity and love, Art, as the noon-day torch ; and art, beneath, To mortal men, of hope a living spring. So mighty art thou, lady, and so great, That he, who grace desireth, and comes not To thee for aidance, fain would have desire Fly without wings.
16 psl. - Then, having sat for some space sorely in thought because of the time that was now past, I was so filled with dolorous imaginings that it became outwardly manifest in mine altered countenance. Whereupon, feeling this and being in dread lest any should have seen me, I lifted mine eyes to look ; and then perceived a young and very beautiful lady, who was gazing upon me from a window with a gaze full of pity, so that the very sum of pity appeared gathered together in her.
110 psl. - Here sighs, with lamentations and loud moans, Resounded through the air pierced by no star, That e'en I wept at entering. Various tongues, Horrible languages, outcries of woe, Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse, With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds, Made up a tumult, that forever whirls Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd, Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
219 psl. - Forth* from the last corporeal are we come Into the Heaven, that is unbodied light; Light intellectual, replete with love; Love of true happiness, replete with joy; Joy, that transcends all sweetness of delight. Here shall thou look on either mighty host* Of Paradise ; and one in that array, Which in the final judgment thou shalt see.
82 psl. - You see, before the gate, what stalking ghost Commands the guard, what sentries keep the post. More formidable Hydra stands within, Whose jaws with iron teeth severely grin. The gaping gulf low to the centre lies, And twice as deep, as earth is distant from the skies. The rivals of the gods, the Titan race, Here, sing'd with lightning, roll within th