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- Dante tropieza con Bocca degli Abbati
- The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92. Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.
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- Dante y Virgilio observan la fosa de los Aduladores
- The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119. 'Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.'
- Inferno, from the Divine Comedy by Dante (Folio 1v)
- The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61. The other two Look’d on exclaiming. “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
- Dante conversando con Farinata Degli Uberti
- The Suicides
- The Barque of Dante (after Delacroix)
- The Barque of Dante
- untitled (2073)
- The Children Destroyed By Bears
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- The Inferno, Canto 30, lines 38-39. “ That is the ancient soul Of wretched Myrrha,”
- Dante conversando con Farinata Degli Uberti
- The Inferno, Canto 29, lines 4-6. But Virgil rous’d me. “What yet gazest on. Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below Among the maim’d and miserable shades
- The Inferno, Canto 25, lines 59-61. The other two Look’d on exclaiming. “Ah, how dost thou change, Agnello!”
- The Children Destroyed by Bears
- untitled (2073)
- untitled (661)
- The Barque of Dante
- Dante tropieza con Bocca degli Abbati
- The Barque of Dante (after Delacroix)
- Inferno, from the Divine Comedy by Dante (Folio 1v)
- Paolo and Francesca in Hell (after Dante’s Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto 5)
- Dante and Virgil at the Gates of Hell (Illustration to Dante's Inferno)
- Portrait of Dante
- The Inferno, Canto 13, lines 11. Here the brute Harpies make their nest
- The Children Destroyed By Bears
- The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119. 'Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame.'
- The Suicides
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- Inferno, Canto I, 1-90 Dante running from three beasts is rescued by Virgil
- A witch at her cauldron surrounded by beasts
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- The Inferno, Canto 24, lines 89-92. Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.