The Divine Comedy — Vocabulary
Dante Alighieri
translated by H.F. Cary
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  Myself I deem not worthy, and none else
  Will deem me.†46 more

  Straight the teacher kind
  Paus'd with me, and consented I should walk
  Backward a space, and the tormented spirit,
  Who thought to hide him, bent his visage down.†39 more

  That ignoble life,
  Which made them vile before, now makes them dark,
  And to all knowledge indiscernible.†37 more

  now
  Thou be not apt to credit what I tell,
  No marvel; for myself do scarce allow
  The witness of mine eyes.†23 more

  No sooner ceas'd the sound, than I beheld
  Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps,
  Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad.†27 more

  Look to it well:
  Take heed thou cleanse thee of their ways.†19 more

  that all I saw hast kept
  Safe in a written record, here thy worth
  And eminent endowments come to proof.†13 more

  But on mine ear
  Sudden a sound of lamentation smote,
  Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad.†13 more

  For certain on the brink
  I found me of the lamentable vale,
  The dread abyss, that joins a thund'rous sound
  Of plaints innumerable.†17 more

Vengeance of Heav'n!†18 more

  With serpents were their hands behind them bound,
  Which through their reins infix'd the tail and head
  Twisted in folds before.†17 more

  Then by that love which carries them along,
  Entreat; and they will come.†16 more

  May it avail me that I long with zeal
  Have sought thy volume, and with love immense
  Have conn'd it o'er.†11 more

  Into a lake, the Stygian nam'd, expands
  The dismal stream, when it hath reach'd the foot
  Of the grey wither'd cliffs.†11 more

  Forthwith
  I understood for certain this the tribe
  Of those ill spirits both to God displeasing
  And to his foes.†41 more

  But I my steps towards the ancient bard
  Reverting, ruminated on the words
  Betokening me such ill.†25 more

  And they, of Portugal
  And Norway, there shall be expos'd with him
  Of Ratza, who hath counterfeited ill
  The coin of Venice.†7 more

  Your avarice
  O'ercasts the world with mourning, under foot
  Treading the good, and raising bad men up.†6 more

  Following its course
  The adverse way, my strained eyes were bent
  On that one spot.†5 more

  With ireful gestures, "Who is this,"
  They cried, "that without death first felt, goes through
  The regions of the dead?"†6 more