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Dante the Poet, Inferno
When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Not man; I once was man Both of my parents came from Lombardy, and both claimed Mantua as native city. And I was born though late, sub Julio, and lived in Rome under the good Augustus—the season of the false and lying gods.
Dante the Poet, Inferno
The day was now departing; the dark air released the living beings of the earth From work and weariness; and I myself alone prepared to undergo the battle Both of the journeying and of the pity, which memory mistaking not, shall show O Muses, o high genius, help me now o memory that set down what I saw, here shall your excellence Reveal itself
Virgil quoting Beatrice to Dante, Inferno
I come from where I most long to return; Love prompted me, that Love which makes me speak.
When once again I stand before my Lord, then I shall often let Him hear your praises.
Inscription above gates of Hell
Through me the way into the suffering city, through me the way to eternal pain,
Through me the way that runs mong the lost, justice urged on my high artificer;
My maker was divine authority, the highest wisdom, and the primal love. Before me nothing but
Eternal things were made, and I endure eternally. Abandon every hope, who enter here
Virgil, Inferno
Charon, don't torment yourself: our passage had been willed above, where One can do....
Minos, Inferno
O you who reach this house of suffering, be careful how you enter, whom you trust;
The gate is wide, but do not be deceived!
Francesca to Dante, Inferno
Love that can quickly seize the gentle heart, took hold of him because of the fair body taken from me—how
That was done still wounds me. Love that releases no beloved from loving, took hold of me so strongly through
His beauty that as you see it has not left me yet Love led the two of us unto one death
Francesca to Dante, Inferno
One, day, to pass the time away, we read of Lancelot, how love had overcome him. We were along, and we
Suspected nothing, And time and time again that reading led our eyes to meet and made our faces pale, and yet one...
Ciacco to Dante, Inferno
Two men are just, but no one listens to them
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Remember now your science which says that when a thing has more perfection so much greater is its pain of
Pleasure. Though these accursed sinners never shal attain the true perfection, yet they can expect to be more perfect...
demon Plautus to Satan, Inferno
Pape satan, pape Satan aleppe!
Prodigal and Miserly to each other, Inferno
Why do you hoard? Why do you squander?
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
But she is blessed and does not hear these things; for with the other primal beings, happy, she
Turns her sphere and glories in her bliss
Fillipo Argenti to Dante, Inferno
Indignant soul, blessed is she who bore you in her womb!
Dante to Virgil, Inferno
O master, I am very eager to see that spirit soused within this broth before
We've made our way across the lake.
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
But I, in truth, have been here once before: that savage witch Erichtho, she who called
The shades back to their bodies, summoned me
Farinata to Dante, Inferno
We see, even as men who are farsighted those things that are remote from us, the highest
Lord allots us that much light. But when events draw near or are, our minds are useless
Were we not informed by others we should know nothing of your human state. So you can...
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Of every malice that earns hare in heaven injustice is the end; and each such end by force or
Fraud brings harm to other men However fraud is man's peculiar vice; God finds it....
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
And how the fault that is the least condemned and least offends God is incontinence?
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
You'll see that when it can, your art would follow nature, just as a pupil imitates his master So that your art is almost God's grandchild
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
But if I reason rightly, it was just before the coming of the One who took from Dis the
Highest circle's splendid spoils that, on all sides, the steep and filthy valley had trembled so
I thought the universe felt love (by which, as some believe, the world has often been converted to chaos
Pier delle Vigne to Dante, Inferno
Why do you break me off? Are you without all sentiment of pity?
Virgil to Pier della Vigne, Inferno
Wounded soul, if, earlier, he had been able to believe what he had only glimpsed in poetry,
Then he would not have set his hand against you
Dante to Ser Brunetto, Inferno
Within my memory is fixed—and now moves me—your dear, your kind paternal image when,
In the world above, from time to time you taught how man makes himself eternal
Dante the Poet, Inferno
Of those runners, he appeared to be the winner, not the loser.
Dante the Poet, Inferno
But here I can't be still; and by the lines of this my Comedy, reader, I swear—and
May my verse find favor for long years—that through the dense and darkened air I saw
A figure swimming, rising up, enough to bring amazement to the firmest heart
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Behold the beast who bears the pointed tail, who crosses mountains, shatters weapons,
Walls! Behold the one whose stench fills all the world!
Dante the Poet, Inferno
Were made to serve as basins for baptizing; and one of these, not many years ago, I broke
For someone who was drowning in it; and let this be my seal to set men straight
Pope Nicholas III to Dante, Inferno
Are you already standing, already standing there, O Boniface? The book has lied to me by
Several years. Are you so quickly sated with the riches for which you did not fear to take
By guile the Lovely Lady, then to violate her?
Dante Pilgrim, Inferno
Ah Constantine what wickedness was born—and not from your conversion—from the
Dower that you bestowed upon the first rich father!
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Here pity only lives when it is dead: for who can be more impious than he who links
God's judgment to passivity?
Dante the Poet, Inferno
My guide snatched me up instantly, just as the mother who is wakened by a roar and
Catches sight of blazing flames beside her. Will lift her son and run without a stop—she cares
More for the child than for herself.
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
Now you must cast aside your laziness for he who rests on down or under covers
Cannot come to fame; and he who spends his life without renown leaves such a
Vestige of himself on earth
Vanni Fucci, Inferno
Now you must cast aside your laziness for he who rests on down or under covers
Cannot come to fame; and he who spends his life without renown leaves such a
Vestige of himself on earth
Ulysses to Virgil, Inferno
Was able to defeat me the longing I had to gain experience of the world and of the
Vices and the worth of men. Therefore, I sat out on the open sea with but one ship and that
Small company of those who never had deserted me. I saw as far as Spain, far as Morocco,
Along both shores; I saw Sardinia and saw the other islands that sea bathes. And I and my
Companions were already old and slow, when we approached the narrows where Hercules
Set up his boundary stones that men might heed and never reach beyond: upon my right, I had
Gone past Seville, and on the left, already passed Ceuta. 'Brothers,' I said, 'o you, who having
Crossed a hundred thousand dangers, reach the west, to this brief waking-time that still is left
``Unto your senses, you must not deny experience of that which lies beyond the sun, and of the
World that is unpeopled. Consider well the seed that gave you birth: you were not made to
Live your lives as brutes, but to be followers of worth and knowledge.'
Guido da Montefeltro to Dante, Inferno
My deeds were not those of a lion but those of a fox
Guido da Montefeltro to Dante, Inferno
What once had been my joy was now dejection; repenting and confessing,
I became a friar; and—poor me—it would have helped
Guido da Montefeltro to Dante, Inferno
Since you cleanse me of the sin that I must now fall into, Father, know: long promises
And very brief fulfillments will bring a victory to your high throne.
Guido da Montefeltro to Dante, Inferno
One can't absolve a man who's not repented, and no one can repent and will at once;
The law of contradiction won't allow it
Black Cherubim to Guido da Montefeltro, Inferno
Perhaps you did not think that I was a logician!
Bertran de Born to Dante, Inferno
I made the son and father enemies: Achitophel with his malicious urgings did not do worse
with Absalom and David. Because I severed those so joined, I carry—alas—my brain dissevered
from its source, which is within my trunk. And thus, in me one sees the law of counter-penalty.
Sinon to Master Adamo, Inferno
If I spoke false, you falsified the coin, I am here for just one crime—but you've committed
More than any demon.
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
If you insist on looking more, I'll quarrel with you!
Virgil to Dante, Inferno
To want to hear such bickering is base
Nimrod to Dante and Virgil, Inferno
Raphel mai amecche zabi almi
Count Ugolino to Dante, Inferno
When I dreamed that bad dream which rent the curtain of the future for me. This man appeared
To me as lord and master; he hunted down the wolf and its young whelps upon the mountain that
prevents the Pisans from seeing lucca; and with lean and keen and practiced hounds, he'd sent up front,
before him, Gualandi and Sismondi and lanfranchi. But after a brief course, it seemed to me that both
father and the sons were weary
Count Ugolino to Dante, Inferno
I started groping over each; and after they were dead, I called them for two days; then fasting had more
Force than grief.
Fra Alberigo to Dante, Inferno
As soon as any soul becomes a traitor, as I was, then a demon takes its body away—and keeps that body
In his power until its years have run their course completely. The soul falls headlong, down into this cistern.
Dante the Poet, Purgatorio
To course across more kindly waters now my talent's Little vessel lifts her sails, leaving behind herself a
Sea so cruel; and what I sing will be that second kingdom, in which the human soul is cleansed of sin
Virgil to Cato, Purgatorio
He goes in search of liberty—so precious, as he who fives his life for it must know
Cato to Virgil, Purgatorio
Go then; but first wind a smooth rush around his waist and bathe his face, to wash away all of hell's stains
Cato to Casella, Purgatorio
What have we here, you laggard spirits? What negligence, what lingering is this? Quick, to the mountain
To cast off the slough that will not let you see God show Himself!
Virgil to Dante, Purgatorio
Confine yourselves, o humans, to the quia; had you been able to see all, there would have been no need
For Mary to give birth
Manfred to Dante, Purgatorio
Despite the church's curse, these is no one so lost that the eternal love cannot return—as long as hope
Shows something green.
Buonconte da Montefeltro, Purgatorio
I came—my throat was pierced—fleeing on foot and bloodying the plain; and there it was that I lost
Sight and speech; and there, as I had finished uttering the name of Mary, I fell; and there my flesh...
Dante the Poet, Purgatorio
When dicing's done and players separate, the loser's left alone, disconsolate—rehearsing what he'd thrown
He sadly learns; all of the crowd surrounds the one who won—one goes in front, and one tugs at his back,
And at his side one asks to be remembered; he does not halt but listens to them all; and when he gives them
Something, they desist; and so he can fend off the pressing throng. And I, in that persistent pack, was such:
This way and that, I turned my face to them and, making promises, escaped their clutch.
Dante the Poet, Purgatorio
Ah, abject Italy, you in of sorrows, you ship without a helmsman in harsh seas, no queen of provinces but
Of bordellos! That noble soul had such enthusiasm: his city's sweet name was enough for him to welcome—
There—his fellow-citizen; But those who are alive within you now can't live without their warring—even
Those whom one same wall and one same moat enclose gnaw at each other. Squalid Italy, search round your
Shores and then look inland—see if any part of you delight in peace.
Virgil to Sordello, Purgatorio
I am deprived of heaven for no fault other than my lack of faith
Virgil to Sordello, Purgatorio
Not for the having—but not having—done, I lost the sight that you desire, the sun—that high Sun I was
Late in recognizing.
Virgil to Sordello, Purgatorio
There I am with those souls who were not clothed in the three holy virtues—but who knew and followed
After all the other virtues.
Prideful to God, Purgatorio
This last request we now address to you, dear lord, not for ourselves—who have no
Need—but for the ones whom we have left behind
Oderisi to Dante, Purgatorio
For such pride, here one pays the penalty: and I'd not be here yet, had it not been that, while I
Still could sin, I turned to Him.
Sapia to Dante, Purgatorio
My brother, each of us is citizen of one true city: what you meant to say was 'one who lived in
Italy as pilgrim.'
Dante the Poet, Purgatorio
And when my soul returned outside itself and met the things outside it that are real, I then
Could recognize my not false errors.
Marco Lombardo to Dante, Purgatorio
The world is blind, and you come from the world. You living ones continue to assign to heaven
Every cause, as if it were the necessary source of every motion. If this were so, then your free will
Would be destroyed, and there would be no equity in joy for doing good, in grief for evil, the
Heavens set your appetites in motion—
Virgil to Dante, Purgatorio
My son, there's no Creator and no creature who ever was without love—natural of mental; and you know
That. The natural is always without error, but mental love may choose an evil object or err through too
Much or too little vigor. As long as it's directed toward the First Good and tends toward secondary goods
With measure, it cannot be the cause of evil pleasure; but when it twists toward evil, or attends to good with
More or less care than it should, those whom he made have worked against their Maker. From this you see
That—of necessity—love is the seed in you of every virtue and of all acts deserving punishment.
Dante to Virgil, Purgatorio
But that has filled me with still greater doubt; for if love's offered to us from without and is the only foot
With which soul walks, soul—going straight or crooked—has no merit.
Virgil to Dante, Purgatorio
What reason can see here, I can impart; past that, for truth of faith, it's Beatrice alone you must await
Siren in Dante's dream, Purgatorio
I turned aside Ulysses, although he had longed to journey; who grows used to me seldom departs—I
Satisfy him so
Statius to Virgil and Dante, Purgatorio
For it only trembles here when some soul feels it's cleaned, so that it rises or stirs to climb on high; and
That shout follows. The will alone is proof of purity and, fully free, surprises soul into a change of
Dwelling place—effectively. Soul has the will to climb before, but that will was opposed by longing to
Do penance (as once, to sin), instilled by divine justice. And I, who have lain in this suffering five
Hundred years and more, just now have felt my free will for a better threshold: thus, you heard the earth-
Quake and the pious spirits in the mountain as they praised the Lord—and may he send them speedily up...
Statius, Purgatorio
And to have lived on earth when Virgil lived—for that I would extend by one more year the time I
Owe before my exile's end.
Statius to Virgil, Purgatorio
And if I has not corrected my assessment by my understanding what your verses meant when you, as
If enraged by human nature, exclaimed: 'Why cannot you, o hunger for gold, restrain from mortals?'
Statius to Virgil, Purgatorio
You did as he who goes by night and carries the lamp behind him—he is of no help to his own self
But teaches those who follow—
Dante to Bonagiunta da Lucca, Purgatorio
I am one who, when love breathes in me, takes note; what he, within, dictates, I, in that way, without,
Would speak and shape.
Guinizzelli to Dante, Purgatorio
He was better artisan of the mother tongue, surpassing all those who wrote their poems of love...
Virgil to Dante, Purgatorio
My son, you've seen the temporary fire and the eternal fire; you have reached the place past which
My powers cannot see. I've brought you there through intellect and art
Virgil to Dante, Purgatorio
Await no further word or sign from me: your will is free, erect, and whole—to act against that will
Would be to err: therefore I crown and miter you over yourself.
Dante to Virgil (gone), Purgatorio
I am left with less than a drop of blood that does not tremble: I recognize the signs of the old flame
Beatrice to sympathetic angels, Purgatorio
My countenance sustained him for a while; showing my youthful eyes to him, I led him with me
Toward the way of righteousness. As soon as I, upon the threshold of my second age, had changed
My life, he took himself away from me and followed after another; when from flesh to spirit, I had
Risen, and my goodness and my beauty had grown, I was less dear to him, less welcome: he turned his
Footsteps towards an untrue path; he followed counterfeits of goodness, which will never pay in full what
they have promised. Now did the inspiration I received—with which, in dream and otherwise, I called him
back—help me; he paid so little heed! He fell so far there were no other means to lead him to salvation, except
this: to let him see the people who were lost. For this I visited the gateway of the dead; to him who guided
him above my prayers were offered, even as I wept.
Beatrice to Dante, Purgatorio
Here you shall be—awhile—a visitor; but you shall be with me—and without end—Rome's citizen,
The Rome in which Christ is Roman; and thus, to profit that world which lives badly, watch the
Chariot steadfastly and, when you have returned beyond, transcribe what you have seen.
Beatrice to Dante, Purgatorio
Take note; and even as I speak these words, do you transmit them in your turn to those who live the
Life that is a race to death. And when you write them, keep in mind that you must not conceal what
You've seen of the tree that now has been despoiled twice over here. However robs or rends that
Tree offends, with his blaspheming action, God.
Beatrice to Dante, Purgatorio
That you may recognize the school that you have followed and may see if what it taught can
Comprehend what I have said—and see that, as the earth is distant from the highest and the swiftest
Of the heavens, so distant is your way from the divine.
Dante the Poet to Apollo, Paradisio
Enter into my breast; within me breathe the very power you made manifest when you drew marsyas
out From his limbs' sheath. O godly force, if you so lend yourself to me, that I might show the
shadow of the Blessed realm inscribed within my mind, then you would see me underneath the tree
you love; there I Shall take as crown the leaves of which my theme and you shall make me worthy. So
seldom, father, are Those garlands gathered for triumph of a ruler or a poat—a sign of fault or shame
in human wills—that Peneian branches can incite....
Dante the Poet, Paradisio
In watching her, within me I was changed as Glaucus changed, tasting the herb that made him a companion
Of the other sea gods. Passing beyond the human cannot be worded; let Glaucus serve as simile—until grace
Grant you the experience.
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
You are not on the earth as you believe; but lightning, flying from its own abode, is less swift than
You are, returning home
Piccarda to Dante, Paradisio
Brother, the power of love appeases our will so—we only long for what we have; we do not thirst for
Greater blessedness
Through which our wills become one single will
And in his will there is our peace
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
Within that order, every nature has its bent, according to a different station
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
They showed themselves to you here not because this is their sphere, but as a sign for you
That in empyrean their place is lowest. Such signs are suited to your mind...
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
Absolute will does not concur in wrong; but the contingent will, through fear that its
Resistance might bring greater harm, consents.
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
The greatest gift the magnanimity of God, as He created, gave, the gift most suited to His goodness,
Gift that He most prizes, was the freedom of the will
Justinian to Dante, Paradisio
Caesar I was an am_____, who, through the will of Primal love I feel, removed the vain and needless From the laws
Justinian to Dante, Paradisio
But part of our delight is measuring rewards against our merit, and we see that our rewards are neither
Less nor more.
Folco to Dante, Paradisio
Yet one does not repent here; here one smiles—not for the fault, which we do not recall, but for
The power that fashioned and foresaw
St. Thomas Aquinas to Dante, Paradisio
I was a lamb among the holy flock that Dominic leads on the path where one may fatten well
If one does not stray off.
St. Thomas Aquinas to Dante, Paradisio
So, too, let men not be too confident in judging—witness those who, in the fields would count the
Ears before the corn is ripe; for I have seen, all winter through, the brier display itself as stiff and
Obstinate, and later, on its summit. Bear the rose; and once I say a ship sail straight and swift through
All its voyaging across the sea, then perish at the end, at harbor entry. Let not Dame Bertha or master
Martin think that they have shared God's counsel when they see one rob and another donate: the last
May fall, the other may be saved
Cacciaguida to Dante, Paradisio
In later years I served the Emperor Conrad—and my good works so gained his favor that he
Gave me the girdle of his knighthood. I followed him to war against the evil of that law whose
Adherents have usurped—this, through your Pastors' fault—your just possessions. There, by that
Execrable race, I was set free from fetters of the erring world, the love of which defiles so many
Souls. From martyrdom I came unto this peace.
Cacciaguida to Dante, Paradisio
A conscience that is dark—either through its or another's shame—indeed will find that what you
Speak is harsh. Nevertheless, all falsehood set aside, let all that you have seen be manifest, and let
Them scratch wherever it may itch. For if, at the first taste, your words molest, they will, when they
Have been digested, end as living nourishment.
Souls on Jupiter, Paradisio
Eagle formed by the souls on Jupiter, Paradisio
No one without belief in Christ has ever risen to this kingdom—either before or after he was crucified
But there are many who now cry 'Christ! Christ!' who at the Final judgment shall be far less close to
Him than one who knows not Christ; the Ethiopian will shame such Christians when the two
Companies are separated, the one forever rich, the other forever poor.
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
Were I to smile, then you would be like Semele when she was turned to ashes, because, as you have seen,
My loveliness—which, even as we climb the steps of this eternal palace, blazes with more brightness—
Were it not tempered here, would be so brilliant that, as it flashed, your mortal faculty would seem a
Branch a lightning bolt has cracked.
Dante to Peter, Paradisio
I answer: I believe in one god—sole, eternal—He who, motionless, moves all the heavens with his love
And love for Him; for this belief I have not only proofs both physical and metaphysical; I also have the
Truth that here rains down through Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms and through the Gospels and
Through you who wrote words given to you by the holy Ghost. And I believe in three Eternal Persons,
And these I do believe to be one essence, so single and threefold as to allow both is and are. Of this
Profound condition of God that I have touched on, Gospel teaching has often set the imprint on my mind.
This is the origin, the spark that then extends into a vivid flame and, like a star in heaven, glows in me.
St. John to Dante, Paradisio
Why do you daze yourself to see what here can have no place? On earth my body now is earth and shall
Be there together with the rest until one number equals the eternal purpose. Only those two lights that
Ascended wear their double garment in this blessed cloister. And carry this report back to your world.
Adam to Dante, Paradisio
While I was in that place from which your Lady sent you Virgil, I longed for this assembly. While on
Earth, I saw the sun return to all the lights along its way, nine hundred and thirty times. The tongue I
Spoke was all extinct before the men of Nimrod set their minds upon the unaccomplishable task; for
Never has anything produced my human reason been everlasting
St. Peter, Paradisio
If I change color, do not be amazed, for as I speak, you will see change in all these flames. He who on
Earth usurps my place, my place, my place that in the sight of God's own Son is vacant now, had made
My burial ground a sewer of blood, a sewer of stench.
Beatrice to Dante, Paradisio
The First Light reaches them in ways as many as are the angels to which It conjoins itself, as It illumines
All of them; and this is why (because affection follows the act of knowledge) the intensity of love's
Sweetness appears unequally. By now you see the height, you see the breadth, of the eternal Goodness:
It has made so many mirrors, which divide Its light, but, as before, Its own Self still is One.
Beatrice, Paradisio
See how much space our city's circuit spans!
Dante the Poet, Paradisio
If the Barbarians, when they came from a region that is covered every day by Helice, who wheels with her
Loved son, were, seeing Rome and her vast works, struck dumb (when, of all mortal things, the Lateran
Was the most eminent), then what amazement must have filled me when I to the divine came from the
Human, to eternity from time, and to a people just and sane from Florence came!
St. Bernard, Paradisio
That all your longings may be satisfied, Beatrice urged me from my place. If you look up and to the circle
That is third from that rank which is highest, you will see her on the throne her merits have assigned her.
Dante to Beatrice, Paradisio
O lady, you in whom my hope gains strength, you who, for my salvation, have allowed your footsteps
To be left in Hell, in all the things that I have seen, I recognize the grace and benefit that I, depending
Upon your power and goodness, have received. You drew me out from slavery to freedom by all those
Paths, by all those means that were within your power.
St. Bernard to Dante, Paradisio
Look now upon the face that is most like the face of Christ, for only through its brightness can you
Prepare your vision to see Him.
St. Bernard to Mary, Paradisio
You are a living spring of hope. Lady, you are so high, you can so intercede, that he who would have
Grace but does not seek your aid, may long to fly but has no wings. Your loving-kindness does not only
Answer the one who asks, but it is often ready to answer freely long before the asking. In you compassion
Is, in you is pity, in you is generosity, in you is every goodness found in any creature. This man—who
From the deepest hollow in the universe, up to this height, has seen the lives of spirits, one by one—
Now pleads with you, through grace, to grant him so much virtue that he may lift his vision higher still
Dante the Poet, Paradisio
I wished to see the way in which our human effigy suited the circle and found place in it—and my own
Wings were far too weak for that. But then my mind was struck by light that flashed and, with this
Light, received what it had asked. Here force failed my high fantasy; but my desire and will were moved
Already—like a wheel revolving uniformly—by the Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
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