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quadgram | frequency |
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of the middle ages | 68 |
canto canto canto canto | 62 |
of the fifteenth century | 43 |
and he to me | 37 |
translated by the rev | 31 |
the vision of hell | 29 |
of the sixteenth century | 28 |
alighieri translated by the | 27 |
dante alighieri translated by | 27 |
i know not if | 27 |
by dante alighieri translated | 27 |
so spake my guide | 24 |
in the midst of | 23 |
the summit of the | 23 |
of the vita nuova | 23 |
and i to him | 23 |
one and the other | 22 |
he thus to me | 22 |
on the other hand | 21 |
at the same time | 21 |
the centre of the | 21 |
paradise by dante alighieri | 20 |
of the thirteenth century | 20 |
and paradise by dante | 20 |
on the other side | 19 |
the beginning of the | 19 |
the men of the | 18 |
the art of the | 18 |
the middle of the | 17 |
and thus he spake | 17 |
more than a thousand | 17 |
in the course of | 17 |
as soon as he | 17 |
but who art thou | 16 |
the close of the | 15 |
were it not that | 15 |
in the vita nuova | 14 |
and thou shalt see | 14 |
for the first time | 14 |
with all his might | 14 |
of the italian renaissance | 14 |
as if it were | 14 |
from day to day | 14 |
the early middle ages | 14 |
it seems as if | 13 |
the father and the | 13 |
us who thou art | 13 |
to the right hand | 13 |
the italy of the | 13 |
from head to foot | 13 |
there is a place | 13 |
the end of the | 13 |
in the time of | 13 |
from side to side | 12 |
the nature of the | 12 |
so saw i there | 12 |
art of the renaissance | 12 |
than all the rest | 12 |
forth issued from the | 12 |
hundred years and more | 12 |
one of the most | 12 |
soon as they had | 12 |
i know not how | 12 |
to the summit of | 12 |
i have power to | 12 |
the flame of love | 12 |
more than a hundred | 12 |
to the left hand | 12 |
i do not think | 11 |
as more and more | 11 |
and i behind him | 11 |
the river of blood | 11 |
the lady of the | 11 |
that part of the | 11 |
the shades of night | 11 |
italy of the renaissance | 11 |
by the side of | 11 |
my guide and i | 11 |
at the beginning of | 11 |
on every side the | 10 |
when he saw me | 10 |
who art thou that | 10 |
in the world above | 10 |
on each part the | 10 |
soon as to that | 10 |
we came to the | 10 |
in the days of | 10 |
the power to move | 10 |
the son of god | 10 |
when he had spoke | 10 |
smote him on the | 10 |
from rock to rock | 10 |
the study of the | 10 |
men of the renaissance | 10 |
when we came to | 10 |
of the early renaissance | 10 |
at the close of | 10 |
thus spake the teacher | 10 |
there is a spirit | 10 |
the sight of the | 10 |
as i have done | 10 |
i know not what | 10 |
and were it not | 9 |
the semblance of a | 9 |
of all the universe | 9 |
to what i saw | 9 |
the inferno by dante | 9 |
the world no more | 9 |
let it not irk | 9 |
in the sight of | 9 |
at the thought of | 9 |
when i saw the | 9 |
that thou mayst know | 9 |
of the steep bank | 9 |
far as to the | 9 |
the rest of the | 9 |
if it were not | 9 |
opening in the rock | 9 |
by how much more | 9 |
on the right hand | 9 |
and all the while | 9 |
and paradise or the | 9 |
from light to light | 9 |
the captain of the | 9 |
for the most part | 9 |
inferno by dante alighieri | 9 |
on the left side | 9 |
but that thou mayst | 9 |
for the love of | 9 |
to me my guide | 9 |
hell or the inferno | 9 |
took up the strain | 9 |
to him my guide | 9 |
the italians of the | 9 |
when thus i heard | 9 |
from step to step | 9 |
for the sake of | 9 |
it not irk thee | 9 |
the depths of hell | 9 |
more than once in | 9 |
and others many more | 9 |
or the inferno by | 9 |
in vain to lift | 9 |
in the upper world | 9 |
i do not know | 9 |
say who thou wast | 9 |
now who art thou | 9 |
the grass and flowers | 9 |
to whom i thus | 9 |
the city of dis | 9 |
paradise or the inferno | 9 |
in the way of | 9 |
the head of the | 8 |
the antique and the | 8 |
the leader of the | 8 |
set me free from | 8 |
or the inferno part | 8 |
the love of the | 8 |
the hearts of all | 8 |
and held them there | 8 |
in this world of | 8 |
of the early middle | 8 |
it seems to me | 8 |
the course of the | 8 |
whom here thou seest | 8 |
thus spake my guide | 8 |
if i had not | 8 |
if well thou note | 8 |
the kingdom of the | 8 |
the side of the | 8 |
the bosom of the | 8 |
led me to the | 8 |
the edge of the | 8 |
through the gross and | 8 |
to the lowest depth | 8 |
he knows not how | 8 |
upon the shore of | 8 |
that day and the | 8 |
how that may be | 8 |
more thou wish to | 8 |
in the middle of | 8 |
at the sight of | 8 |
nor i nor he | 8 |
that way to look | 8 |
the meaning of the | 8 |
on the wide sea | 8 |
as soon as they | 8 |
and as a man | 8 |
lady of the herd | 8 |
the inferno part cantos | 8 |
and here and there | 8 |
the face of one | 8 |
is said to have | 8 |
towards the close of | 8 |
so much the more | 8 |
i will not tell | 8 |
by the power of | 8 |
to the bard i | 8 |
to the other shore | 8 |
is that of the | 8 |
feet and of the | 8 |
and when he had | 8 |
the other with a | 8 |
if more thou wish | 8 |
the middle ages were | 8 |
on the occasion of | 8 |
in the shape of | 8 |
the sound of the | 8 |
to whom my guide | 8 |
as at the first | 8 |
the presence of the | 8 |
say who are ye | 8 |
on the summit of | 8 |
i was on earth | 8 |
at the end of | 8 |
to return to the | 8 |
in the eyes of | 8 |
then thus to me | 8 |
if thou be willing | 7 |
on the part of | 7 |
to speak no more | 7 |
but who are ye | 7 |
and not in vain | 7 |
from vercelli slopes to | 7 |
as more than once | 7 |
in the court of | 7 |
in the great city | 7 |
in all the rest | 7 |
on the side it | 7 |
from bridge to bridge | 7 |
the bottom of the | 7 |
a thing of nought | 7 |
as if they were | 7 |
i have an arm | 7 |
tell me of the | 7 |
to cure his leprosy | 7 |
the regions of the | 7 |
if ye desire to | 7 |
say who is he | 7 |
what is this i | 7 |
the left side of | 7 |
in the presence of | 7 |
more than half a | 7 |
by the sound of | 7 |
so may thy nails | 7 |
i may vent the | 7 |
ambush of the horse | 7 |
that i may vent | 7 |
said to have been | 7 |
and all the rest | 7 |
of the parte guelfa | 7 |
that is to say | 7 |
the cause for which | 7 |
he to the left | 7 |
day and the next | 7 |
the occasion of his | 7 |
who was the cause | 7 |
with an eye askance | 7 |
triumph in thy lofty | 7 |
is this i hear | 7 |
it irks not me | 7 |
at the cost of | 7 |
at the expense of | 7 |
the college of the | 7 |
if thou wouldst have | 7 |
as the sicilian bull | 7 |
when in the world | 7 |
and ask what crime | 7 |
more would i say | 7 |
and turning to the | 7 |
i in these words | 7 |
as thou shalt tell | 7 |
thee triumph in thy | 7 |
but thou must bark | 7 |
i heard my sons | 7 |
it not that i | 7 |
of the fourteenth century | 7 |
the manner in which | 7 |
the region of the | 7 |
centre of the earth | 7 |
and honour of the | 7 |
the ambush of the | 7 |
thou wish to learn | 7 |
that from vercelli slopes | 7 |
the fifth day and | 7 |
in these words began | 7 |
of thought and feeling | 7 |
the circuit of their | 7 |
that now i saw | 7 |
seems to have been | 7 |
a lake of blood | 7 |
by reason of the | 7 |
know not if i | 7 |
than i am wont | 7 |
and the good master | 7 |
and one in two | 7 |
the middle ages had | 7 |
the motions of the | 7 |
me by the hand | 7 |
or more or less | 7 |
these are not towers | 7 |
to the other side | 7 |
but fix thine eyes | 7 |
was cleft in twain | 7 |
this as it may | 7 |
where the neck is | 7 |
for love of heaven | 7 |
of the house of | 7 |
but when the sun | 7 |
we came to where | 7 |
his stead in his | 6 |
the character of the | 6 |
summit of the scale | 6 |
in thy lofty seat | 6 |
in the life serene | 6 |
who sang the songs | 6 |
nor fondness for my | 6 |
and him who made | 6 |
the courts of love | 6 |
action of his throat | 6 |
the thighs and legs | 6 |
before had pleased me | 6 |
me you pass into | 6 |
thy wings thou beatest | 6 |
the body i have | 6 |
left my body burnt | 6 |
the fever of his | 6 |
he wish not here | 6 |
all the world be | 6 |
in which he was | 6 |
a centaur full of | 6 |
as smoke in air | 6 |
sun made his transit | 6 |
bore the name of | 6 |
more than i am | 6 |
from these to have | 6 |
pulp my mother gave | 6 |
where they are wont | 6 |
the purlieus of the | 6 |
more and more the | 6 |
now doth he know | 6 |
thou recall to mind | 6 |
cause for which i | 6 |
in his own body | 6 |
father and the sons | 6 |
was or can be | 6 |
their sleep i heard | 6 |
to the sound of | 6 |
on this side appears | 6 |
that thou mayst not | 6 |
a man of arms | 6 |
where thine eye shall | 6 |
this one left a | 6 |
seem to have been | 6 |
i thus to him | 6 |
the thoughts of men | 6 |
thou for more than | 6 |
with face to feet | 6 |
the influence of the | 6 |
to the little worm | 6 |
and issuing from the | 6 |
so have i heard | 6 |
i through him may | 6 |
it not so ready | 6 |
that i through him | 6 |
have power to show | 6 |
from whence ye stand | 6 |
into this blind world | 6 |
on the arch that | 6 |
on the one hand | 6 |
miles the valley winds | 6 |
their hands behind them | 6 |
the mouth of the | 6 |
in the world no | 6 |
where will and power | 6 |
against the theban blood | 6 |
behind the right arm | 6 |
not to make them | 6 |
to the end that | 6 |
the depth of all | 6 |
and then a voice | 6 |
a voice from the | 6 |
stand all on end | 6 |
amid their sleep i | 6 |
and will at once | 6 |
then to me the | 6 |
i awoke before the | 6 |
the name of him | 6 |
as thou seest me | 6 |
he from before me | 6 |
that is the ancient | 6 |
of the most high | 6 |
i saw a crowd | 6 |
and with that word | 6 |
for they were with | 6 |
ill knew to guide | 6 |
whereat a voice from | 6 |
for one man to | 6 |
with gentle voice and | 6 |
it was the hour | 6 |
of the seven kings | 6 |
the mind of each | 6 |
of the unpeopled world | 6 |
or through his own | 6 |
and on the other | 6 |
it was i knew | 6 |
fear of him did | 6 |
three stakes on the | 6 |
the wings enough were | 6 |
the tail and head | 6 |
smoke in air or | 6 |
it was of the | 6 |
when this one left | 6 |
low down before their | 6 |
with anger in his | 6 |
who in a ring | 6 |
traitor whom i gnaw | 6 |
take the lioness and | 6 |
and to my guide | 6 |
it could not be | 6 |
him than of herself | 6 |
know that i am | 6 |
whence i betook me | 6 |
if thou wouldst eat | 6 |
that i will not | 6 |
when thus my guide | 6 |
both one and other | 6 |
have peace or war | 6 |
the lowest of the | 6 |
to talk with me | 6 |
ye shall see me | 6 |
not far from death | 6 |
not irk thee here | 6 |
twenty miles the valley | 6 |
from the mortal world | 6 |
with their weight they | 6 |
and how and wherefore | 6 |
it may not be | 6 |
the songs of the | 6 |
of the holy church | 6 |
in his stead in | 6 |
to what i now | 6 |
the top of the | 6 |
to speak of him | 6 |
in a bark the | 6 |
ministers of the fifth | 6 |
three carats of alloy | 6 |
but when he saw | 6 |
we saw a painted | 6 |
him round the neck | 6 |
new land a whirlwind | 6 |
strove in vain to | 6 |
sang the songs of | 6 |
as one who mounts | 6 |
come to an end | 6 |
who understood the tuscan | 6 |
of the seventh circle | 6 |
but by the sound | 6 |
caught me by the | 6 |
the thing it loves | 6 |
was one of the | 6 |
i now must fall | 6 |
the border of the | 6 |
as well as in | 6 |
whose breast and shadow | 6 |
and ye shall see | 6 |
belly and the chest | 6 |
the flame had come | 6 |
the head of one | 6 |
it is to be | 6 |
though on the arch | 6 |
for i write it | 6 |
long as i descended | 6 |
by the hair it | 6 |
the way of life | 6 |
by hill and plain | 6 |
such stairs as these | 6 |
for so i name | 6 |
and after him the | 6 |
of the city of | 6 |
of the great herd | 6 |
as one who walks | 6 |
the body of a | 6 |
to that part of | 6 |
soon as we had | 6 |
i left my body | 6 |
repent and will at | 6 |
i shape mine answer | 6 |
of myself i come | 6 |
by such stairs as | 6 |
the sun made his | 6 |
broken on the ground | 6 |
stead in his own | 6 |
it is impossible to | 6 |
which before had pleased | 6 |
fever of his pride | 6 |
florentine family of the | 6 |
nor in me that | 6 |
that thou mayst see | 6 |
was taken from the | 6 |
that all the world | 6 |
the tenour of my | 6 |
they were with me | 6 |
he said to me | 6 |
i then was of | 6 |
a flash of lightning | 6 |
the quatre fils aymon | 6 |
they from one body | 6 |
when the wings enough | 6 |
with the rest i | 6 |
to the next circle | 6 |
hear and understand not | 6 |
thou my steps pursue | 6 |
in space so brief | 6 |
at the right wheel | 6 |
hadst it not so | 6 |
of him whose tongue | 6 |
but in the church | 6 |
thus in answer spake | 6 |
in the middle ages | 6 |
still to the left | 6 |
the part of the | 6 |
so long as i | 6 |
i could no further | 6 |
the action of the | 6 |
at the battle of | 6 |
the sons of earth | 6 |
in that long war | 6 |
beneath the mace of | 6 |
but a little space | 6 |
the serpents were my | 6 |
the shepherd of the | 6 |
to flatter in this | 6 |
that i told thee | 6 |
the bond of love | 6 |
with many a tear | 6 |
and thou for more | 6 |
i could not choose | 6 |
the way is long | 6 |
i hear and understand | 6 |
i had not seen | 6 |
in silence and in | 6 |
forth the serpents were | 6 |
the whole of the | 6 |
mule that i was | 6 |
of the thing it | 6 |
that opposite it hangs | 6 |
and the father of | 6 |
of him than of | 6 |
one of the seven | 6 |
make thee triumph in | 6 |
of his free bounty | 6 |
i seem to view | 6 |
little and by little | 6 |
underneath the rock of | 6 |
my guide to one | 6 |
such was my cheer | 6 |
then thus my guide | 6 |
and thus it spake | 6 |
from eve to morn | 6 |
tell me who thou | 6 |
thou hadst it not | 6 |
not of myself i | 6 |
a little over us | 6 |
speak from whence ye | 6 |
one in front of | 6 |
had pleased me then | 6 |
fondness for my son | 6 |
since thou washest me | 6 |
my mother gave me | 6 |
for i am well | 6 |
if thou recall to | 6 |
as a man doth | 6 |
so may thy name | 6 |
grace call him not | 6 |
to him in rank | 6 |
who it was i | 6 |
and there is he | 6 |
after him the other | 6 |
so that he may | 6 |
phaeton ill knew to | 6 |
i write it not | 6 |
by little and by | 6 |
call to mind the | 6 |
one already i descried | 6 |
down before their eyes | 6 |
laid his hand on | 6 |
with a new colour | 6 |
thou canst not have | 6 |
serpents were my friends | 6 |
or not a hair | 6 |
so terrible a blast | 6 |
find a shade more | 6 |
thou shalt find the | 6 |
that i may know | 6 |
one hammers at the | 6 |
the time may be | 6 |
stood the people all | 6 |
thou mayst know who | 6 |
the bird of god | 6 |
the chanson de roland | 6 |
in the case of | 6 |
my hair stand all | 6 |
our downward course we | 6 |
hair stand all on | 6 |
when i awoke before | 6 |
but if i here | 6 |
they were wont to | 6 |
extended on the cross | 6 |
was painted in my | 6 |
in my thoughts i | 6 |
that with their weight | 6 |
hence i hear and | 6 |
the minister of the | 6 |
wear the body i | 6 |
of himself on earth | 6 |
the aid of his | 6 |
art thou that hast | 6 |
and power are one | 6 |
i have tried to | 6 |
the city of unbelief | 6 |
we all were silent | 6 |
them ministers of the | 6 |
me who thou art | 6 |
under us three spirits | 6 |
i was not dead | 6 |
eight times round his | 6 |
as his to others | 6 |
italians of the renaissance | 6 |
for more than any | 6 |
ask thou no more | 6 |
without the help of | 6 |
i am not he | 6 |
and under us three | 6 |
the foot of the | 6 |
serpent with six feet | 6 |
the bosom of our | 6 |
the right hand turning | 6 |
in rear of all | 6 |
the number of the | 6 |
and the hour drew | 6 |
i many a face | 6 |
much more than the | 6 |
when i beheld two | 6 |
of our first parent | 6 |
that which before had | 6 |
tell me if any | 6 |
on the death of | 6 |
but who is he | 6 |
from the neck down | 6 |
i would have thee | 6 |
with the ten demons | 6 |
could not choose but | 6 |
thus to him replied | 6 |
and the pair of | 6 |
from the other life | 6 |
on the left hand | 6 |
the squadrons of the | 6 |
one who walks in | 6 |
there is a rock | 6 |
through me you pass | 6 |
the rock of aventine | 6 |
in the which all | 6 |
and in a moment | 6 |
the lamb of god | 6 |
of boiardo and ariosto | 6 |
as well as the | 6 |
the issue of the | 6 |
the which my predecessor | 6 |
soon as my guide | 6 |
the action of his | 6 |
from the next circle | 6 |
a serpent with six | 6 |
the new land a | 6 |
canst not have heard | 6 |
i already feel them | 6 |
and i was silent | 6 |
and all the world | 6 |
sleep i heard my | 6 |
arms the old alardo | 6 |
when many lofty towers | 6 |
forth two mighty wings | 6 |
the colour of his | 6 |
the author of the | 6 |
the belly and the | 6 |
by the action of | 6 |
the spirit of god | 6 |
more than the disease | 6 |
stakes on the ground | 6 |
from branch to branch | 6 |
wherewith i speak be | 6 |
the mouth of arno | 6 |
not sworn with vanity | 6 |
it may be that | 6 |
i may set forth | 6 |
at a time when | 6 |
who in this world | 6 |
if i spake false | 6 |
more than all the | 6 |
turning round to me | 6 |
the father of lies | 6 |
will and power are | 6 |
and pulp my mother | 6 |
and underneath my feet | 6 |
the handmaid of the | 6 |
who in the van | 6 |
upon the visage of | 6 |
than if thou hadst | 6 |
without arms the old | 6 |
and wear the body | 6 |
with three stakes on | 6 |
in the absence of | 6 |
with but one bark | 6 |
at the sound of | 6 |
his purpose to the | 6 |
with the voice of | 6 |
the bird of jove | 6 |
the sense of toil | 6 |
the traitor whom i | 6 |
thou art my lord | 6 |
faenza when the people | 6 |
such were the words | 6 |
motion of the sacred | 6 |
to the pleasant world | 6 |
with calchas gave the | 6 |
what here thou seest | 6 |
i will instruct thee | 6 |
of one already i | 6 |
with a view to | 6 |
in the hands of | 6 |
the midst of the | 6 |
a shade more worthy | 6 |
at the time when | 6 |
from the thoughts of | 6 |
so thick a veil | 6 |
and motion of the | 6 |
thee who i am | 6 |
in this sad plight | 6 |
knowing who ye are | 6 |
in me that cord | 6 |
so afterward from that | 6 |
painted in my looks | 6 |
the sight of god | 6 |
as we have seen | 6 |
scourge of the fierce | 5 |
in few thus to | 5 |
run barking even as | 5 |
them the power to | 5 |
made a pile so | 5 |
goodly seed to pass | 5 |
from above the bank | 5 |
smear their unsound vessels | 5 |
the moon since the | 5 |
ill counsel in the | 5 |
for his fraudful theft | 5 |
me more compassionate his | 5 |
of winding subtlety i | 5 |
as thou dost wish | 5 |
chase the gaunt wolf | 5 |
to lift their forms | 5 |
beastly sign of hate | 5 |
whom such mighty grief | 5 |
croaking above the wave | 5 |
canto xxiv in the | 5 |
scan aright the future | 5 |
prostrate to the ground | 5 |
how terrified methought was | 5 |
two there were in | 5 |
where lay the theban | 5 |
time grace call him | 5 |
my feet saw two | 5 |
but for one fault | 5 |
he next his words | 5 |
of juncture soon was | 5 |
thy spoil an hundred | 5 |
hear what i forebode | 5 |
among the crags and | 5 |
for myself do scarce | 5 |
shall be cast forth | 5 |
creature eminent in beauty | 5 |
who with him treachery | 5 |
flame forthwith the greater | 5 |
my lofty strain i | 5 |
language hath not sounds | 5 |
whence heaping woe on | 5 |
at every mouth his | 5 |
glaring and malignant lamps | 5 |
springs forth on one | 5 |
more rugged than before | 5 |
to see me thus | 5 |
from heel to point | 5 |
been flocks or mountain | 5 |
another sun came out | 5 |
the mace of stout | 5 |
flame alone upsoaring like | 5 |
another shade far fiercer | 5 |
and see on every | 5 |
then to the leftward | 5 |
therewith vent thy rage | 5 |
to those worn by | 5 |
not that we crave | 5 |
brazen pans set to | 5 |
eager driveth on the | 5 |
hair shall tarry here | 5 |
planted his feet on | 5 |
you not from opening | 5 |
any else be terrible | 5 |
height arose his stature | 5 |
earth thou mayst bear | 5 |
another to his arms | 5 |
to instruct us who | 5 |
bespake the nature of | 5 |
faithful band that yet | 5 |
and they who thought | 5 |
who is in yon | 5 |
eye shall tell thee | 5 |
may vent the grief | 5 |
wide his arm and | 5 |
of verruchio and the | 5 |
past doubt her wisdom | 5 |
his limbs one were | 5 |
that thou lookedst not | 5 |
this realm ye covet | 5 |
if i scan thee | 5 |
ice the spirits stood | 5 |
then brake off discourse | 5 |
first beheld at the | 5 |
mastiff of verruchio and | 5 |
within of serpents terrible | 5 |
lowest ice may i | 5 |
war such slaves to | 5 |
tore montagna in their | 5 |
i am ever at | 5 |
the rest was said | 5 |
bid my strain record | 5 |
open thine ears and | 5 |
that two and twenty | 5 |
canto xxiii in silence | 5 |
when of the rings | 5 |
from the mild poet | 5 |
held me near caieta | 5 |
and of what race | 5 |
where both were lost | 5 |
of old didst carry | 5 |
with whom caccia of | 5 |
thine eye shall tell | 5 |
down from the jutting | 5 |
already through its opening | 5 |
me walks ali weeping | 5 |
the dismal rounds of | 5 |
like mood of random | 5 |
in the evil world | 5 |
tongue hath been so | 5 |
the hollow of a | 5 |
parting those so closely | 5 |
that yet our senses | 5 |
cold had from my | 5 |
no way they found | 5 |
is now the ice | 5 |
stoops to the lowlands | 5 |
is a spirit dwells | 5 |
perchance to be so | 5 |
sometimes makest tearing pincers | 5 |
gory spots sullied his | 5 |
and took me up | 5 |
of firm land on | 5 |
that one had need | 5 |
and i do quarrel | 5 |
mouth inclining of the | 5 |
if i misdeem not | 5 |
i from far beheld | 5 |
therefore urge thee on | 5 |
the monstrous agony he | 5 |
to wing my flight | 5 |
made him not a | 5 |
cut short all further | 5 |
the other two approaching | 5 |
then onward at their | 5 |
we have compast round | 5 |
in texture like a | 5 |
of sorrow to the | 5 |
face each downward held | 5 |
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such slaves to do | 5 |
one of you unfold | 5 |
writes who errs not | 5 |
i many vices of | 5 |
to shun him was | 5 |
the false accuser of | 5 |
along the hollow of | 5 |
whose ear those words | 5 |
thou hast need to | 5 |
them with spread wings | 5 |
nor return of love | 5 |
this chasm last of | 5 |
silence as more perilous | 5 |
over us the steep | 5 |
bridge i forward bent | 5 |
lift up thy head | 5 |
wherein besteads me that | 5 |
had but the groin | 5 |
he is hideous now | 5 |
make feeling trial how | 5 |
that glitter down the | 5 |
governs it at will | 5 |
the name of famine | 5 |
for whom his lord | 5 |
thyself if quick conception | 5 |
chasm beside this weakness | 5 |
the sinners on his | 5 |
hand smote him on | 5 |
in one foss together | 5 |
my speech shall best | 5 |
in dreams the village | 5 |
they who thought i | 5 |
was void of wisdom | 5 |
thou be not apt | 5 |
and feels new hope | 5 |
depth was to my | 5 |
all sorrow from thy | 5 |
and that thou mayst | 5 |
two and twenty miles | 5 |
the gross and gloomy | 5 |
earth are ye not | 5 |
callous back the tail | 5 |
makes the flesh desert | 5 |
and steeper far to | 5 |
and the clean white | 5 |
the words i knew | 5 |
seed to bear fruit | 5 |
and well it had | 5 |
i may clasp thee | 5 |
were beautiful as he | 5 |
excess did shape the | 5 |
and malignant lamps were | 5 |
when they were chosen | 5 |
coast were not less | 5 |
along the gulf moves | 5 |
if anger then be | 5 |
to tell us who | 5 |
may be he knows | 5 |
great city i was | 5 |
through thine arm the | 5 |
no plumes had they | 5 |
crust came drawn from | 5 |
romagna without war in | 5 |
in whose look impatient | 5 |
form behold what once | 5 |
the tears betwixt those | 5 |
understood the tuscan voice | 5 |
grief to wrench her | 5 |
coast incline so much | 5 |
as a discomfited and | 5 |
if thou wouldst number | 5 |
through the murky vale | 5 |
in logic so exact | 5 |
lay the theban brothers | 5 |
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that one side upward | 5 |
his face cleft to | 5 |
but to think of | 5 |
came saint francis for | 5 |
as come from whence | 5 |
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pans set to retain | 5 |
ballast of the seventh | 5 |
that sprite of air | 5 |
man of arms at | 5 |
his looks more fell | 5 |
nor vex me more | 5 |
last cloister in the | 5 |
the world my lofty | 5 |
i of you did | 5 |
of the other two | 5 |
whom nor i nor | 5 |
his lips gasping as | 5 |
me up the steep | 5 |
turning each to other | 5 |
in this bitter woe | 5 |
with the guilt another | 5 |
look round thee as | 5 |
of thy poor brethren | 5 |
noting time and place | 5 |
a tribe so frivolous | 5 |
what were the words | 5 |
snatches up her babe | 5 |
no not this spirit | 5 |
the banks whereby they | 5 |
eagerly i fix on | 5 |
volley with mine hands | 5 |
down awhile my leader | 5 |
look how thou walkest | 5 |
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is in sport i | 5 |
pale and naked ghost | 5 |
toward the mouth inclining | 5 |
to suffer for the | 5 |
shame of all the | 5 |
and know if he | 5 |
laid on a hundred | 5 |
thou pluck a thousand | 5 |
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the tube to turn | 5 |
came drawn from underneath | 5 |
teeth in shrill note | 5 |
with such art conducted | 5 |
suffers not to weep | 5 |
the green talons grasp | 5 |
lips gasping as in | 5 |
reproof before had wounded | 5 |
a space of intervening | 5 |
yet thy sight below | 5 |
of the fierce dog | 5 |
for branca doria never | 5 |
still rear its forehead | 5 |
he i wot of | 5 |
depth of all the | 5 |
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that ungrateful and malignant | 5 |
from whom such mighty | 5 |
but open war there | 5 |
when i was taken | 5 |
up before thine eyes | 5 |
such as will sustain | 5 |
grassy slopes of casentino | 5 |
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too long a space | 5 |
other from the mouth | 5 |
for her own sire | 5 |
the light from underneath | 5 |
us there where guilt | 5 |
allows they walk unmantled | 5 |
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descend with this man | 5 |
excluded from his stye | 5 |
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so parted at the | 5 |
clings round her limbs | 5 |
with the isle sardinia | 5 |
lucan in mute attention | 5 |
plagues so dire or | 5 |
of night fall on | 5 |
attention now may hear | 5 |
puts on her dazzling | 5 |
ears from the smooth | 5 |
whose keen reproof before | 5 |
so mighty sages tell | 5 |
bone firm and unyielding | 5 |
his strength against almighty | 5 |
that closely bounding thee | 5 |
on the smallest sphere | 5 |
before the time grace | 5 |
below to join the | 5 |
out in ears from | 5 |
groom currying so fast | 5 |
he in posture thus | 5 |
hath run his course | 5 |
man his garments loops | 5 |
the thighs were spread | 5 |
to spy the dead | 5 |
as doth the slug | 5 |
issued from the cave | 5 |
the great city i | 5 |
a man his garments | 5 |
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the belt that binds | 5 |
seeking him out amidst | 5 |
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it back to view | 5 |
a blast orlando blew | 5 |
his arm aloft he | 5 |
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exuberance of woe ran | 5 |
if i did think | 5 |
therefore thou canst not | 5 |
now thou fall into | 5 |
wherein the minister of | 5 |
the hair it bore | 5 |
that none exhibits token | 5 |
that end look round | 5 |
the earth puts on | 5 |
if thou hadst fought | 5 |
forthwith adamo smote him | 5 |
he was my teacher | 5 |
where the spine joins | 5 |
thou so wholly then | 5 |
i spake without delay | 5 |
they with gory spots | 5 |
the other talking sputters | 5 |
lion of the snowy | 5 |
of each be heedfully | 5 |
if truly the mad | 5 |
shade was with them | 5 |
labours with the wind | 5 |
from him issued still | 5 |
bloody heap the host | 5 |
in soul is in | 5 |
why use thy tears | 5 |
thou wouldst eat of | 5 |
a circling year had | 5 |
lofty and luminous wherein | 5 |
plies the feet without | 5 |
is by the noise | 5 |
reft of the neri | 5 |
fano boasts her worthiest | 5 |
sight below among the | 5 |
hammers at the prow | 5 |
of our descent we | 5 |
sound their necks they | 5 |
of the neri first | 5 |
what the mist involves | 5 |
he held behind the | 5 |
suit that hole of | 5 |
two spirits in whose | 5 |
a brown tint glides | 5 |
thou find some spirit | 5 |
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make full trial of | 5 |
his teeth a sinner | 5 |
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unsteady ballast of the | 5 |
head the very hairs | 5 |
i did spy upon | 5 |
so beastly sign of | 5 |
as i may fear | 5 |
this gulf i dropt | 5 |
were wont to bring | 5 |
thou shalt obtain thy | 5 |
more afflict itself for | 5 |
him not unto herself | 5 |
i in stature am | 5 |
heads of thy poor | 5 |
long as this spirit | 5 |
partners in his shame | 5 |
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leader with large strides | 5 |
on their dismal moan | 5 |
soon as we came | 5 |
that he should come | 5 |
uplifted in the gloom | 5 |
it had bested me | 5 |
leanness whom it girded | 5 |
feet behind then twisting | 5 |
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haply so lingering to | 5 |
before and underneath my | 5 |
too far before him | 5 |
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to the hinder passage | 5 |
the bones and pulp | 5 |
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answer were to one | 5 |
riseth up the village | 5 |
than thou dost hope | 5 |
realm there is a | 5 |
the mind of my | 5 |
that in the fire | 5 |
whence his wave bisenzio | 5 |
yields her body to | 5 |
hissing along the vale | 5 |
we yet once more | 5 |
where time and place | 5 |
nearer we might hear | 5 |
in the high conflict | 5 |
david more did not | 5 |
the ears into the | 5 |
far as another arch | 5 |
then i dreaded death | 5 |
spoke his purpose to | 5 |
credit what i tell | 5 |
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without constraint on the | 5 |
constantine besought to cure | 5 |
the church with saints | 5 |
thoughts of men in | 5 |
his hut returning in | 5 |
through agony i bit | 5 |
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as well as of | 5 |
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biting axe of florence | 5 |
his ill thoughts in | 5 |
to reconcile their strifes | 5 |
the hemisphere opposed to | 5 |
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wentest to the fire | 5 |
each from his navel | 5 |
thy coat of proof | 5 |
land be among these | 5 |
number them that two | 5 |
him on the face | 5 |
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the swine excluded from | 5 |
since it must needs | 5 |
to the king of | 5 |
one of yours i | 5 |
that in his looks | 5 |
serve thee for everlasting | 5 |
feels new hope spring | 5 |
i may thy name | 5 |
seemest of a truth | 5 |
thou bear to dolcino | 5 |
hand through agony i | 5 |
wise pendent in hand | 5 |
have been caught by | 5 |
face may answer to | 5 |
i aped creative nature | 5 |
in thee may perish | 5 |
i level them at | 5 |
what other shade was | 5 |
and sharp and eager | 5 |
looks for life yet | 5 |
that here his cope | 5 |
of noon the sun | 5 |
tuscany to this dire | 5 |
wrote o or i | 5 |
is at its depth | 5 |
where numbing cold locks | 5 |
behoves make feeling trial | 5 |
them with committed sin | 5 |
then reft of sense | 5 |
thus to another spake | 5 |
joy to see me | 5 |
the tail disparted took | 5 |
murky jaw who hangs | 5 |
whence impatiently he smites | 5 |
if she repent her | 5 |
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force as were past | 5 |
trial of your state | 5 |
slaves to do his | 5 |
even as a dog | 5 |
musing on the rock | 5 |
course the adverse way | 5 |
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rifled of its goodly | 5 |
the pitch tenacious boils | 5 |
semele against the theban | 5 |
thee of my state | 5 |
thus to vengeance now | 5 |
thou deemest thou art | 5 |
vercelli slopes to mercabo | 5 |
envy not myself the | 5 |
bear fruit of eternal | 5 |
to retain the heat | 5 |
ready to assume the | 5 |
did thrust him hither | 5 |
of the bed beneath | 5 |
who five ells complete | 5 |
him no subterfuge eludes | 5 |
the soul of the | 5 |
name of famine bears | 5 |
rode forth to chase | 5 |
to let pass its | 5 |
and in that long | 5 |
fear in him was | 5 |
show thee who i | 5 |
the human face begins | 5 |
he fell down from | 5 |
what my heart foretold | 5 |
the neri first pistoia | 5 |
both arms down along | 5 |
would fain might come | 5 |
of yours i with | 5 |
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i dread those evil | 5 |
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that chance were in | 5 |
warbling fiction he record | 5 |
to me my liege | 5 |
compast round the dismal | 5 |
then be to their | 5 |
dost thou not hear | 5 |
i fluctuate in successive | 5 |
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now in soul is | 5 |
as they had won | 5 |
the hour drew near | 5 |
from that funeral pile | 5 |
with wonder upon him | 5 |
return unto the world | 5 |
neighbours are so slack | 5 |
ghost i saw that | 5 |
bones of like proportion | 5 |
i slept the evil | 5 |
from me thou shalt | 5 |
by thy land together | 5 |
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sire to burn me | 5 |
me of my doubt | 5 |
horn began to roll | 5 |
through glass pellucid the | 5 |
speak of him whose | 5 |
my purpose so to | 5 |
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world my lofty strain | 5 |
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level and the steep | 5 |
in stature am more | 5 |
they run where virtue | 5 |
circular opening in the | 5 |
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from this charge exempted | 5 |
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full tell of the | 5 |
is one can give | 5 |
head upon the shoulders | 5 |
the cross in banishment | 5 |
that the paunch suits | 5 |
as when a fog | 5 |
i have seen the | 5 |
here below all vapour | 5 |
more like a giant | 5 |
contrary of what i | 5 |
that i each hundred | 5 |
did for its master | 5 |
he who gave the | 5 |
due size protuberant the | 5 |
beheld two spirits by | 5 |
brutes but virtue to | 5 |
both may issue hence | 5 |
round with all the | 5 |
not spoke his purpose | 5 |
as he was void | 5 |
didst exclaim in lombard | 5 |
to lead us from | 5 |
minister of the most | 5 |
he knows who ordereth | 5 |
though the cold had | 5 |
against almighty jove make | 5 |
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space left here by | 5 |
to muse upon old | 5 |
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those words redounding struck | 5 |
form apparent met the | 5 |
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truth did feel me | 5 |
far more than from | 5 |
when that he heard | 5 |
or ever summer yields | 5 |
i kept down my | 5 |
retribution fiercely works in | 5 |
doth wake such sad | 5 |
at us and said | 5 |
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our senses have to | 5 |
but pass we on | 5 |
save that in his | 5 |
turns for increase of | 5 |
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thine arm the sons | 5 |
chance a passing cloud | 5 |
hand left framing of | 5 |
to the point we | 5 |
in his looks more | 5 |
worthy in congealment to | 5 |
mind of each misgave | 5 |
of his ill thoughts | 5 |
eye might reach not | 5 |
feet springs forth on | 5 |
the bridge i forward | 5 |
one can give what | 5 |
far onward stands whom | 5 |
may no time filch | 5 |
after him there came | 5 |
demon in his stead | 5 |
lanfranchi with sismondi and | 5 |
who with seven heads | 5 |
both ears against the | 5 |
stand ever in my | 5 |
then to and fro | 5 |
has thine eye to | 5 |
not such true testimony | 5 |
their mouth the cold | 5 |
to the tuscan race | 5 |
i following his steps | 5 |
in the flame with | 5 |
directing and his face | 5 |
the bone firm and | 5 |
making fresh and soft | 5 |
had caught my eye | 5 |
bark the stately mast | 5 |
so saw i fluctuate | 5 |
morocco either shore i | 5 |
the cyprian isle and | 5 |
as that i first | 5 |
bare and narrow path | 5 |
wherefore i know not | 5 |
not the serpent tribe | 5 |
such as i was | 5 |
from whom the cold | 5 |
face cleft to the | 5 |
love which nature makes | 5 |
eyes inebriate with view | 5 |
prayer is worthy of | 5 |
chasm last of the | 5 |
veins yet shrinks the | 5 |
then turning each to | 5 |
not a hair shall | 5 |
friar he next his | 5 |
and bids him on | 5 |
on the deep and | 5 |
hall lofty and luminous | 5 |
more light been there | 5 |
may make full trial | 5 |
irk thee here to | 5 |
and the old king | 5 |
not so thick a | 5 |
and looking out beholds | 5 |
he alone it was | 5 |
oft a lake of | 5 |
if true be told | 5 |
of that guilt wherein | 5 |
words i knew not | 5 |
mother that from sleep | 5 |
forthwith i drew behind | 5 |
false accuser of the | 5 |
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as became a bird | 5 |
florentine thou seemest of | 5 |
that the farthest post | 5 |
towers methought i spied | 5 |
from this depth has | 5 |
the biting axe of | 5 |
before and apt for | 5 |
such seed roots deepest | 5 |
thou mayst not joy | 5 |
the souls of serpents | 5 |
like a man forespent | 5 |
date more luscious for | 5 |
torn from the chin | 5 |
are planted on the | 5 |
xxxi the very tongue | 5 |
shalt thou find the | 5 |
babe laden on either | 5 |
behind they urge us | 5 |
strange of shape and | 5 |
legs into such members | 5 |
thus transmuted did he | 5 |
ponders well confesses her | 5 |
fingers rendest off thy | 5 |
that but a single | 5 |
on end with terror | 5 |
that i above may | 5 |
peeling it off from | 5 |
the point we came | 5 |
by what of firm | 5 |
who beyond a circling | 5 |
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on the wild sea | 5 |
in the dark pit | 5 |
socket brimming all the | 5 |
who thence of old | 5 |
jutting beach supine he | 5 |
this upon the soles | 5 |
reported that thy castles | 5 |
lately didst exclaim in | 5 |
within and plies the | 5 |
sight of the ninth | 5 |
both are of latium | 5 |
for which on earth | 5 |
like this along the | 5 |
from both i one | 5 |
that descend with this | 5 |
something better gave me | 5 |
then methought i saw | 5 |
foundations rise capraia and | 5 |
perchance above doth yet | 5 |
to the dawn our | 5 |
whilom felt that grapple | 5 |
opening in the cave | 5 |
a false shape assuming | 5 |
the others all whom | 5 |
never was thy romagna | 5 |
now mark how i | 5 |
numbing cold locks up | 5 |
made me more compassionate | 5 |
were mine eyes inebriate | 5 |
whence old nile stoops | 5 |
in my veins yet | 5 |
hast need to arm | 5 |
the storm with arrowy | 5 |
riveting itself so close | 5 |
at mine ease i | 5 |
and evil will are | 5 |
between the thick fell | 5 |
cheeks through antenora roamest | 5 |
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two heads now became | 5 |
she repent her not | 5 |
whom mine eye was | 5 |
once shalt see me | 5 |
the murky jaw who | 5 |
the coming of the | 5 |
rendest off thy coat | 5 |
more fell they shall | 5 |
remembrance in my veins | 5 |
silence looking round and | 5 |
of wrings my heart | 5 |
the three fall one | 5 |
ofttimes the back was | 5 |
to that shade i | 5 |
and yet doth seem | 5 |
come from whence old | 5 |
with his hands laid | 5 |
his firm abutment rears | 5 |
far down as to | 5 |
dread those evil talons | 5 |
and what the colour | 5 |
was to my view | 5 |
was my teacher next | 5 |
ill and sorrow to | 5 |
more hard than others | 5 |
could scarcely have withheld | 5 |
record cadmus and arethusa | 5 |
which my predecessor meanly | 5 |
lower sails and gather | 5 |
within these ardours are | 5 |
of the truth presageful | 5 |
thus when risen i | 5 |
they shall need not | 5 |
thus aeneas yet had | 5 |
ardours are the spirits | 5 |
that moment she betrays | 5 |
enormous as became a | 5 |
not on their feet | 5 |
fought in the high | 5 |
i lucifer should see | 5 |
errand be some fresh | 5 |
pursuing thus our solitary | 5 |
depth we saw a | 5 |
my guide had felt | 5 |
hath neptune seen an | 5 |
cloud so sail across | 5 |
mad war such slaves | 5 |
talons grasp the land | 5 |
on the earth who | 5 |
of aventine spread oft | 5 |
thus our solitary way | 5 |
might come upon thee | 5 |
but by the deed | 5 |
the bard i spake | 5 |
him the other talking | 5 |
i hitherto absolve thee | 5 |
that whole must be | 5 |
call up afresh sorrow | 5 |
so dire or in | 5 |
in this realm ye | 5 |
the origin and end | 5 |
speech shall best accord | 5 |
and david more did | 5 |
to face two natures | 5 |
one had need to | 5 |
blood that now i | 5 |
on the banks of | 5 |
all its time be | 5 |
the walls of seville | 5 |
along this path crawling | 5 |
of air is schicchi | 5 |
to a snake him | 5 |
for everlasting to this | 5 |
who the things of | 5 |
perchance shalt shortly view | 5 |
i found me come | 5 |
i were fain at | 5 |
a discomfited and helpless | 5 |
excrescent pile on one | 5 |
need to arm thy | 5 |
a cross with three | 5 |
fastens full upon him | 5 |
terrified methought was curio | 5 |
how distance can delude | 5 |
whereat my guide was | 5 |
yet with heedful ear | 5 |
from whence we sprang | 5 |
long war when of | 5 |
those worn by the | 5 |
long her milder sway | 5 |
am stout and fearless | 5 |
on either hand through | 5 |
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as in that season | 5 |
must well remember how | 5 |
leprous spirit heard my | 5 |
nard and myrrh his | 5 |
this world of misery | 5 |
got the mastery of | 5 |
that ofttimes the soul | 5 |
beastial life and not | 5 |
with sismondi and gualandi | 5 |
of the seventh hold | 5 |
wounds and blood that | 5 |
as the other there | 5 |
when dreaming near the | 5 |
semblance dries me up | 5 |
and five times round | 5 |
him death not yet | 5 |
myrrh his funeral shroud | 5 |
nor avenue immediate through | 5 |
it were or destiny | 5 |
two pale and naked | 5 |
there with pain and | 5 |
to charm them out | 5 |
who seconds thee against | 5 |
not less ample than | 5 |
fain might come upon | 5 |
methinks thou mockest me | 5 |
the first tears hang | 5 |
lifting me up to | 5 |
a cloud heavy and | 5 |
then at my feet | 5 |
it less strange may | 5 |
six eyes he wept | 5 |
how i aped creative | 5 |
and if she repent | 5 |
when to this gulf | 5 |
the beautiful lights of | 5 |
looks were lifted up | 5 |
nor sin conducts to | 5 |
earth puts on her | 5 |
in any chasm beside | 5 |
had more light been | 5 |
with the intent to | 5 |
well remember how i | 5 |
and ope mine eyes | 5 |
not yet their glaring | 5 |
who see not what | 5 |
whom his lord impatient | 5 |
than thine has been | 5 |
against the volley with | 5 |
no more i tell | 5 |
was stript of all | 5 |
sign of juncture soon | 5 |
it is difficult to | 5 |
him there came a | 5 |
honour to thyself redounds | 5 |
blind to grope over | 5 |
on whom mine eye | 5 |
the vale of woe | 5 |
so strange may be | 5 |
should grieve far less | 5 |
weight they make the | 5 |
the pleasant land that | 5 |
quick conception work in | 5 |
may thy nails serve | 5 |
dead must through the | 5 |
of the ninth circle | 5 |
as ever to let | 5 |
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thinking what my heart | 5 |
at the bottom of | 5 |
the three i found | 5 |
fell and the jagged | 5 |
than half of one | 5 |
first behoves make feeling | 5 |
veils his face that | 5 |
way among the crags | 5 |
the utmost shore of | 5 |
tears adown three chins | 5 |
vast a theme could | 5 |
these ardours are the | 5 |
against my lips the | 5 |
seizing on his hinder | 5 |
the deep way we | 5 |
more of him than | 5 |
the moon was round | 5 |
when he saw the | 5 |
an one of yours | 5 |
and as one thought | 5 |
for of the mountains | 5 |
so me my guide | 5 |
inward turns for increase | 5 |
strange may be its | 5 |
my reply was ready | 5 |
pride this man besought | 5 |
how is mohammed mangled | 5 |
thy right lie smoking | 5 |
rock descended still to | 5 |
or in such numbers | 5 |
time each living thing | 5 |
monstrous agony he hath | 5 |
me not a disputant | 5 |
than once in dire | 5 |
no power can the | 5 |
scarcely have withheld them | 5 |
that held him fast | 5 |
that was born sinless | 5 |
no easy conquest else | 5 |
his pride this man | 5 |
when she saw polyxena | 5 |
if she suffer not | 5 |
under shade of canopy | 5 |
unto the mouse and | 5 |
can show a tribe | 5 |
so shalt thou see | 5 |
which then he piled | 5 |
with similar act and | 5 |
gave king john the | 5 |
when the people slept | 5 |
hath been so glib | 5 |
no time filch your | 5 |
i await carlino here | 5 |
make the balances to | 5 |
the interest of the | 5 |
methought of all i | 5 |
ice not on their | 5 |
of italy in the | 5 |
yet shrinks the vital | 5 |
crime did thrust him | 5 |
while deep in either | 5 |
of woe ran naked | 5 |
such as i may | 5 |
round that ocean bathes | 5 |
it through desire of | 5 |
skull his teeth he | 5 |
the ancient soul of | 5 |
six feet springs forth | 5 |
that far long the | 5 |
i forward bent to | 5 |
reft of sense did | 5 |
run where virtue guides | 5 |
more than any imp | 5 |
that perchance laid on | 5 |
as for his doings | 5 |
put the keys into | 5 |
the moment when the | 5 |
and the frost bound | 5 |
came to where a | 5 |
of what race ye | 5 |
which added doubly to | 5 |
in fashion like a | 5 |
is in yon fire | 5 |
rest i may thy | 5 |
therefore thus are rent | 5 |
as men used to | 5 |
in the sense of | 5 |
with no precipitous course | 5 |
i held my ken | 5 |
city i was bred | 5 |
as on his haunch | 5 |
the grassy slopes of | 5 |
into hell methought we | 5 |
it seems to pass | 5 |
whence thy tongue cracks | 5 |
panting like a man | 5 |
whereby they glide to | 5 |
plied quickly his keen | 5 |
sounds more like in | 5 |
of malice was the | 5 |
strained eyes were bent | 5 |
what there superfluous matter | 5 |
belly huge great part | 5 |
latian land be among | 5 |
flight made our oars | 5 |
two with this midway | 5 |
before the other with | 5 |
let thy soul no | 5 |
the sardinian and each | 5 |
nor scornfully distort thy | 5 |
turned to me with | 5 |
bosoms thus together press | 5 |
her babe and flies | 5 |
then to me he | 5 |
were i and my | 5 |
montereggion crowns his walls | 5 |
no tongue so vast | 5 |
set at mutual war | 5 |
hath the sun made | 5 |
are of the truth | 5 |
whom swinging down he | 5 |
squadrons of the moor | 5 |
from his brethren parted | 5 |
to shield me from | 5 |
here he wails the | 5 |
to whom the friar | 5 |
of wolfram von eschenbach | 5 |
bards of yore have | 5 |
to this dire gullet | 5 |
even now in soul | 5 |
now imprint that from | 5 |
he who knew so | 5 |
more and more we | 5 |
i take the lioness | 5 |
this many a year | 5 |
of the rings the | 5 |
who both speaks and | 5 |
this dread exuberance of | 5 |
that lays bare the | 5 |
the guilt another falsely | 5 |
if speedily thyself and | 5 |
steeper far to climb | 5 |
but soon as they | 5 |
is beneath the moon | 5 |
to the fourth day | 5 |
and the jagged ice | 5 |
we stood in the | 5 |
deplore the ambush of | 5 |
tearing pincers of them | 5 |
thrusting the head full | 5 |
ever at thy side | 5 |
time the fly gives | 5 |
mayst be i know | 5 |
reach not to the | 5 |
but were in texture | 5 |
it grieves me more | 5 |
as best he could | 5 |
then down before him | 5 |
sword hacks us thus | 5 |
of those frore shallows | 5 |
ere long shalt feel | 5 |
to mind from whence | 5 |
in congealment to be | 5 |
to see the spirits | 5 |
thus abjectly extended on | 5 |
to the west through | 5 |
come to lead us | 5 |
when i from far | 5 |
for never face to | 5 |
figures blended in one | 5 |
near when they were | 5 |
his form apparent met | 5 |
each one plied quickly | 5 |
upon the shoulders lay | 5 |
a spectacle like this | 5 |
they brought me down | 5 |
i saw his troubled | 5 |
a thousand fold in | 5 |
if chance a passing | 5 |
to scowl upon his | 5 |
the emperor frederick ii | 5 |
and those the rest | 5 |
to bring us food | 5 |
for him i know | 5 |
whose throat was cut | 5 |
for that goodly seed | 5 |
no power permitted to | 5 |
i betook me now | 5 |
as underneath the scourge | 5 |
of gottfried von strassburg | 5 |
must sting them sore | 5 |
taken from the other | 5 |
and the rest partakers | 5 |
the chest the thighs | 5 |
of his sinning was | 5 |
orbs and held them | 5 |
hath his head within | 5 |
when this was said | 5 |
thy romagna without war | 5 |
that lucifer with judas | 5 |
to behold the troop | 5 |
the old king with | 5 |
shade more worthy in | 5 |
nor was this all | 5 |
and thus in few | 5 |
in the second round | 5 |
that hour they have | 5 |
to die by fire | 5 |
the great continent doth | 5 |
so shape his end | 5 |
when nearest it approaches | 5 |
its excess did shape | 5 |
might hear the words | 5 |
in evil act so | 5 |
looks more fell he | 5 |
reach but to his | 5 |
where the pitch tenacious | 5 |
me in his wrath | 5 |
glitter down the grassy | 5 |
my foot did strike | 5 |
see not far from | 5 |
dare to scowl upon | 5 |
and eager cold had | 5 |
to suit that hole | 5 |
to credit what i | 5 |
already is the moon | 5 |
cords that held him | 5 |
him may all our | 5 |
thence of old didst | 5 |
with view of the | 5 |
cure the fever of | 5 |
of former shape all | 5 |
lays bare the fields | 5 |
wherewith cocytus to its | 5 |
from within these sparks | 5 |
both had been of | 5 |
fasten yet thy sight | 5 |
spread wings approach to | 5 |
with the saracens or | 5 |
one that descend with | 5 |
view of the vast | 5 |
each soul in thee | 5 |
a sinner so enfolded | 5 |
the centaur sped away | 5 |
tell what thou list | 5 |
father what ails thee | 5 |
awoke before the dawn | 5 |
hast outdone thy seed | 5 |
sped not our feet | 5 |
with his sword hacks | 5 |
dreaming near the dawn | 5 |
the troop of hannibal | 5 |
yesternight the moon was | 5 |
and when the pride | 5 |
not what the point | 5 |
this fastness branca doria | 5 |
at their eyes grief | 5 |
the four lengths two | 5 |
misgave him through his | 5 |
the socket brimming all | 5 |
day nor the next | 5 |
of shape and hideous | 5 |
the man of the | 5 |
that from him issued | 5 |
who wanting power to | 5 |
high conflict on thy | 5 |
less spent than i | 5 |
and as he came | 5 |
mouse and frog befell | 5 |
mine eye was held | 5 |
wind offer up vow | 5 |
to have been caught | 5 |
troy fell from its | 5 |
me the zeal i | 5 |
and legs into such | 5 |
albero of sienna brought | 5 |
but as thou escape | 5 |
lion than the fox | 5 |
proof to tell of | 5 |
in his right hand | 5 |
tell thee whence the | 5 |
a prey to rankling | 5 |
on toward the middle | 5 |
prayer a thousand fold | 5 |
the rugged rock and | 5 |
never ran water with | 5 |
but that ungrateful and | 5 |
antique and the modern | 5 |
its depth was frozen | 5 |
wherein i now must | 5 |
see me speak and | 5 |
thou lookedst not that | 5 |
that goodly seed to | 5 |
seed of sorrow to | 5 |
towards me his mind | 5 |
so wholly then wert | 5 |
if will it were | 5 |
and that which is | 5 |
note like the stork | 5 |
believing that i lucifer | 5 |
was on earth count | 5 |
and ours so low | 5 |
young lions at the | 5 |
immediate through the flame | 5 |
who in pistoia found | 5 |
boreth through the world | 5 |
land and sea thy | 5 |
till here the horned | 5 |
chin throughout down to | 5 |
for round his neck | 5 |
hope had they of | 5 |
mood of random mischief | 5 |
how toward it with | 5 |
hurrying pace adown the | 5 |
foss did issue forth | 5 |
hundred years have well | 5 |
thou at once shalt | 5 |
through effect of his | 5 |
at that one blow | 5 |
sight doth wake such | 5 |
up from the point | 5 |
cold locks up cocytus | 5 |
raphel bai ameth sabi | 5 |
well thou note me | 5 |
and prone the other | 5 |
if this be true | 5 |
repeated oft the tale | 5 |
spurring them on maliciously | 5 |
and gather in the | 5 |
this face remove the | 5 |
might the vein of | 5 |
of the three first | 5 |
of the school of | 5 |
the soul drops hither | 5 |
to do his bidding | 5 |
them if sore toil | 5 |
but a thing of | 5 |
great continent doth overspread | 5 |
natural dungeon where ill | 5 |
monarch do come forth | 5 |
drives his little flock | 5 |
strike with violent blow | 5 |
five ells complete without | 5 |
that the head of | 5 |
found my worthy den | 5 |
france herself can show | 5 |
the image of my | 5 |
till time hath run | 5 |
the gulf moves every | 5 |
open war there left | 5 |
when the sun tempers | 5 |
well knowest who he | 5 |
then comes he forth | 5 |
yet did dare to | 5 |
gave the pharisees counsel | 5 |
of thee true tidings | 5 |
from the chin his | 5 |
charge nor sacred ministry | 5 |
spirit here were fain | 5 |
inebriate with view of | 5 |
let thy horn for | 5 |
wish that i above | 5 |
new hope spring in | 5 |
swiftly speed through the | 5 |
and in solitude we | 5 |
him to this pain | 5 |
ancient soul of wretched | 5 |
the love poetry of | 5 |
they both had been | 5 |
thy name spreads over | 5 |
shall place us there | 5 |
two brazen pans set | 5 |
on this side and | 5 |
quickly his keen nails | 5 |
our eyes that way | 5 |
when i do hear | 5 |
it blew had made | 5 |
to stretch his children | 5 |
the lion than the | 5 |
crevice where to hide | 5 |
legs dangling his entrails | 5 |
not loud enough thy | 5 |
chasm opening to view | 5 |
ever to let pass | 5 |
i did gaze attentive | 5 |
thou hast outdone thy | 5 |
troop of hannibal in | 5 |
of a fell tyrant | 5 |
not the tenth was | 5 |
any born of latian | 5 |
bream or fish of | 5 |
for life yet longer | 5 |
thee upon thy right | 5 |
more compassionate his fate | 5 |
body to a fiend | 5 |
the short remaining watch | 5 |
the grief impregnate at | 5 |
drove back the troop | 5 |
boasts her worthiest sons | 5 |
by the cumbrous stole | 5 |
whence i my guide | 5 |
weep and ask for | 5 |
nor tanais far remote | 5 |
passing cloud so sail | 5 |
are partners in his | 5 |
where guilt is at | 5 |
fettering up in chains | 5 |
along the dismal pathway | 5 |
his callous back the | 5 |
i made him not | 5 |
not to the depth | 5 |
the point was i | 5 |
the spirits heavy laden | 5 |
the plain around all | 5 |
washest me clear of | 5 |
nature of the lion | 5 |
since words would fail | 5 |
his tongue continuous before | 5 |
in either cheek he | 5 |
against the siennese thus | 5 |
and blood that now | 5 |
cruel was the murder | 5 |
and dam up the | 5 |
in the chill stream | 5 |
in fashion of a | 5 |
fashion like a lute | 5 |
that i take the | 5 |
flame with ceaseless groans | 5 |
me his mind directing | 5 |
i command rough rhimes | 5 |
there and diomede endure | 5 |
a joy for vulgar | 5 |
it approaches to the | 5 |
and thy name spreads | 5 |
thou so mightily hast | 5 |
short course the father | 5 |
it were fitting for | 5 |
he told what fate | 5 |
limbs one were to | 5 |
saw in fashion like | 5 |
witless flight made our | 5 |
ill manners were best | 5 |
search the ways of | 5 |
half of noon the | 5 |
the right coast incline | 5 |
whom my song hath | 5 |
hands behind them bound | 5 |
tell us of the | 5 |
added doubly to my | 5 |
fly gives way to | 5 |
our view the beautiful | 5 |
space shone the eighth | 5 |
would not change the | 5 |
where the human face | 5 |
both shapes were ready | 5 |
ears into the head | 5 |
call him not unto | 5 |
his violent death yet | 5 |
no proud honour to | 5 |
scarce allow the witness | 5 |
years might move one | 5 |
descends this way along | 5 |
endure their penal tortures | 5 |
chief of the new | 5 |
on its garbage he | 5 |
there shalt thou find | 5 |
but soon to mourning | 5 |
the penalty is paid | 5 |
living i of you | 5 |
fitting to my guide | 5 |
moving their teeth in | 5 |
how standeth he in | 5 |
and his rare wisdom | 5 |
me now grown blind | 5 |
by the ruin ye | 5 |
to glass than water | 5 |
hour they have not | 5 |
with menacing look at | 5 |
no right hadst thou | 5 |
in straits like this | 5 |
far remote under the | 5 |
a man that dreams | 5 |
and for three days | 5 |
his feet one upright | 5 |
here on earth been | 5 |
spent than i in | 5 |
penestrino cumber earth no | 5 |
for the voyage the | 5 |
plate buckles on him | 5 |
range under the lion | 5 |
to lower sails and | 5 |
the site of every | 5 |
way they found nor | 5 |
neri first pistoia pines | 5 |
till the flame alone | 5 |
that crosses there i | 5 |
whilst eagerly i fix | 5 |
father of his consort | 5 |
i each hundred years | 5 |
or heliotrope to charm | 5 |
deep in either cheek | 5 |
thou wouldst know who | 5 |
one man to suffer | 5 |
his eye upon another | 5 |
swarm not the serpent | 5 |
realm open thine ears | 5 |
there were in one | 5 |
less the guile lament | 5 |
spots sullied his face | 5 |
he were clerk or | 5 |
and it is time | 5 |
that without was all | 5 |
the powers of nature | 5 |
me to cure the | 5 |
hadst fought in the | 5 |
and then the boon | 5 |
so i see beneath | 5 |
borne me to a | 5 |
sense did she run | 5 |
in the chill crust | 5 |
there where guilt is | 5 |
so to seem least | 5 |
then along that edge | 5 |
flocks or mountain goats | 5 |
large strides proceeded on | 5 |
again beheld the stars | 5 |
a man i knew | 5 |
hand on the cheek | 5 |
firm land on this | 5 |
of retribution fiercely works | 5 |
its space shone the | 5 |
we then brake off | 5 |
thirty ample palms was | 5 |
wretch forlorn and captive | 5 |
born of latian land | 5 |
said i the cause | 5 |
or fish of broader | 5 |
he in few thus | 5 |
set to retain the | 5 |
fresh and soft the | 5 |
wouldst know who are | 5 |
pile to pile descending | 5 |
eyes drawn in and | 5 |
methinks to see the | 5 |
with most unholy flame | 5 |
my guide caught me | 5 |
the depth we saw | 5 |
pole night now beheld | 5 |
bond of love which | 5 |
lest they run where | 5 |
guide and i did | 5 |
in the world was | 5 |
closes on one part | 5 |
had to our doleful | 5 |
then upon some cliff | 5 |
wailing the crime that | 5 |
from beneath the eyebrows | 5 |
of the hebrew youth | 5 |
master own their sire | 5 |
one had caught my | 5 |
rock our way we | 5 |
the voice of him | 5 |
and the small faithful | 5 |
scowl upon his maker | 5 |
what time each living | 5 |
but him first behoves | 5 |
describe the depth of | 5 |
who are partners in | 5 |
through us have been | 5 |
and the steep she | 5 |
be not more hard | 5 |
such was the fabric | 5 |
when his sword drove | 5 |
where hangs the baldrick | 5 |
i then to virgil | 5 |
and sorrow to the | 5 |
he was lately left | 5 |
him out amidst the | 5 |
the fallen bridge arriving | 5 |
dost doubt to turn | 5 |
fall one by one | 5 |
and in four countenances | 5 |
did veil her with | 5 |
than was here to | 5 |
from the chin throughout | 5 |
where such seed roots | 5 |
would i have thee | 5 |
who yonder hangs the | 5 |
his face that lightens | 5 |
see where he was | 5 |
my sight was livelier | 5 |
in this state of | 5 |
off more than one | 5 |
in the world aloft | 5 |
have no power permitted | 5 |
a bird so vast | 5 |
of this airy shower | 5 |
crosses there i stood | 5 |
power to shut and | 5 |
lookedst not that way | 5 |
seems still to foresee | 5 |
the keys are therefore | 5 |
same form instant resumed | 5 |
which the keen and | 5 |
perchance from me thou | 5 |
air or foam upon | 5 |
to hear such wrangling | 5 |
than on that skull | 5 |
which biting with excess | 5 |
already of the truth | 5 |
spy upon his head | 5 |
hath austrian danube spread | 5 |
ill footing was and | 5 |
and grappled at the | 5 |
whose two shorter feet | 5 |
such fell cruelty were | 5 |
the thought of those | 5 |
dwelling make in that | 5 |
i do rip me | 5 |
my lips the finger | 5 |
my answer were to | 5 |
to view the other | 5 |
as i looked toward | 5 |
to these were straw | 5 |
leaveth such vestige of | 5 |
so large of limb | 5 |
fire that labours with | 5 |
dungeon where ill footing | 5 |
ever could return unto | 5 |
so with the truth | 5 |
could return unto the | 5 |
knew him choleric and | 5 |
we may thence descend | 5 |
sinners on his hook | 5 |
any from this depth | 5 |
he is thus requited | 5 |
it befell thee now | 5 |
head within and plies | 5 |
their eyes grief seeking | 5 |
did dare to scowl | 5 |
was the breath exhausted | 5 |
to pursue and knowledge | 5 |
thus much to me | 5 |
may be its warrant | 5 |
body i have ever | 5 |
me up to the | 5 |
to his arms upgliding | 5 |
gashes close ere we | 5 |
far fiercer and more | 5 |
perfidy of a fell | 5 |
to make them sadder | 5 |
waves near to cattolica | 5 |
each melted into other | 5 |
corporeal frame to crush | 5 |
if it befell thee | 5 |
of yore have told | 5 |
that three friezelanders had | 5 |
much i dread those | 5 |
deemest thou art still | 5 |
xxix so were mine | 5 |
the other cursed spirits | 5 |
makest tearing pincers of | 5 |
brighter than the star | 5 |
ulysses there and diomede | 5 |
knows who ordereth so | 5 |
who here behind me | 5 |
might shun discourse with | 5 |
headlong fell from thebes | 5 |
rueful was it not | 5 |
thine eye to traverse | 5 |
moons had shown me | 5 |
each of this ream | 5 |
vain to reach but | 5 |
he laid his hand | 5 |
in sport i told | 5 |
thought i did it | 5 |
name may by his | 5 |
his sword hacks us | 5 |
on the storm with | 5 |
disgustful in its kind | 5 |
feels no guilt within | 5 |
and to cut short | 5 |
went through that eternal | 5 |
her sands let lybia | 5 |
intent on these alone | 5 |
forth to chase the | 5 |
not long my head | 5 |
tenement shall be cast | 5 |
what time the fly | 5 |
under the lion of | 5 |
any chasm beside this | 5 |
the waves near to | 5 |
dreams the village gleaner | 5 |
when that dismal rout | 5 |
my face may answer | 5 |
when there evening sets | 5 |
standest musing on the | 5 |
of its excess did | 5 |
shade of canopy reposing | 5 |
but i heard a | 5 |
who ponders well confesses | 5 |
then tenderly he caught | 5 |
lost its middle or | 5 |
toward it with desire | 5 |
to repent and will | 5 |
in his broad circumference | 5 |
with age were i | 5 |
englutted aliment to dross | 5 |
shifting from brake to | 5 |
in him my trust | 5 |
fast the shaggy sides | 5 |
that cave i deem | 5 |
of their head the | 5 |
tell nor show thee | 5 |
he that hath his | 5 |
mind directing and his | 5 |
desire to see him | 5 |
i did not mark | 5 |
to this the short | 5 |
the sight of lucca | 5 |
brimming all the cup | 5 |
now on this side | 5 |
what master hand had | 5 |
than on the other | 5 |
that it were fitting | 5 |
now grown blind to | 5 |
and i accept it | 5 |
and there is rued | 5 |
alone and odorous amomum | 5 |
pleasant land of latium | 5 |
he his great charge | 5 |
was it not methinks | 5 |
down he bore me | 5 |
on a brink to | 5 |
through the depths of | 5 |
turn thee into ashes | 5 |
from head to feet | 5 |
taking from mad war | 5 |
fame reported that thy | 5 |
the summit of one | 5 |
and the sardinian and | 5 |
is a place beneath | 5 |
chains invisible the powers | 5 |
could i command rough | 5 |
of sense did she | 5 |
that if right warrant | 5 |
such blows in stormy | 5 |
if any born of | 5 |
but a single vest | 5 |
site of every valley | 5 |
shalt shortly view the | 5 |
have seen on latian | 5 |
rolling inward turns for | 5 |
suffer for the people | 5 |
a third with face | 5 |
though he repeated oft | 5 |
friars journeying on their | 5 |
vicinage can best declare | 5 |
in chains invisible the | 5 |
like this were but | 5 |
the weight of her | 5 |
the very hairs were | 5 |
and throughout caina thou | 5 |
aught my tongue have | 5 |
and her into a | 5 |
that pleasant land of | 5 |
confesses her therein wiser | 5 |
him through his dream | 5 |
from tuscany to this | 5 |
upon the vale of | 5 |
the time permitted now | 5 |
above doth yet appear | 5 |
false greek from troy | 5 |
under the socket brimming | 5 |
strain record the marvel | 5 |
this depth has found | 5 |
troy with such fell | 5 |
bend this way thy | 5 |
tore the curtain off | 5 |
yet it seems to | 5 |
since in evil act | 5 |
that shade i spake | 5 |
deter you not from | 5 |
thou mayst be i | 5 |
witness the fluid mound | 5 |
the semblance of the | 5 |
one from the wound | 5 |
and so speedily that | 5 |
vestige of himself on | 5 |
of you unfold in | 5 |
how there we sped | 5 |
of silence as more | 5 |
thy name still rear | 5 |
him first behoves make | 5 |
not shewn in any | 5 |
me albero of sienna | 5 |
here the way was | 5 |
within that cave i | 5 |
sorrow from thy soul | 5 |
to the shrill gnat | 5 |
doria never yet hath | 5 |
and at her foremost | 5 |
which forbids the sight | 5 |
the future tore the | 5 |
in the third circle | 5 |
we should grieve far | 5 |
more than from that | 5 |
in bloody heap the | 5 |
overcome in me the | 5 |
doubt to turn thee | 5 |
where is now the | 5 |
dam up the mouth | 5 |
and of his own | 5 |
came the fainting people | 5 |
by contradiction absolute forbid | 5 |
when the giants brought | 5 |
tread a different journey | 5 |
sign my guide should | 5 |
i set at mutual | 5 |
such height arose his | 5 |
and near her sees | 5 |
gaining on the left | 5 |
is a guilty soul | 5 |
in that fair region | 5 |
and the keys are | 5 |
with ceaseless groans deplore | 5 |
be that troop exempted | 5 |
manners were best courtesy | 5 |
us three spirits came | 5 |
on this part he | 5 |
and that chance were | 5 |
my counsel to that | 5 |