To represent transhumanise in words
Impossible were; the example, then, suffice
Him for whom Grace the experience reserves.
If I was merely what of me thou newly
Createdst, Love who governest the heaven,
Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light!
When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal
Desiring thee, made me attentive to it
By harmony thou dost modulate and measure,
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 1
Dante Quotes
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Quotes from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy • Inferno • Purgatorio • Paradiso
A softly-breathing air, that no mutation
Had in itself, upon the forehead smote me
No heavier blow than of a gentle wind,
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 28
As much as was permitted to our power,
When I perceived, like something that is falling,
The mountain tremble, whence a chill seized on me,
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 20
Because I fires beheld, and heard laments,
Whereat I, trembling, all the closer cling.
I saw then, for before I had not seen it,
— Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 17
Recalls him, so that death may be delayed.
And he cried out: “Dost thou stand there already,
Dost thou stand there already, Boniface?
By many years the record lied to me.
Art thou so early satiate with that wealth,
For which thou didst not fear to take by fraud
— Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 19
Save showing him the people of perdition.
For this I visited the gates of death,
And unto him, who so far up has led him,
My intercessions were with weeping borne.
God’s lofty fiat would be violated,
If Lethe should be passed, and if such viands
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 30
“Adhaesit pavimento anima mea,”
I heard them say with sighings so profound,
That hardly could the words be understood.
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 19
Where just before I said, ‘where well one fattens,’
And where I said, ‘there never rose a second;’
And here ’tis needful we distinguish well.
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 11
Into which gazing my desire has rest;
But who bethinks him that the living seals
Of every beauty grow in power ascending,
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 14
Display to me the lightning of a smile?”
Now am I caught on this side and on that;
One keeps me silent, one to speak conjures me,
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 21
They’ll be thy light unto the How thou sayest.
The perfect blood, which never is drunk up
Into the thirsty veins, and which remaineth
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 25
Which was acquired while weeping in the exile
Of Babylon, wherein the gold was left.
There triumpheth, beneath the exalted Son
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 23
Thou didst instil me, then, with his instilling
In the Epistle, so that I am full,
And upon others rain again your rain.”
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 25
But Orient, if he properly would speak.
He was not yet far distant from his rising
Before he had begun to make the earth
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 11
Which being untasted ne’er is comprehended,
Grateful ’twill be to me, if thou content me
Both with thy name and with your destiny.”
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 3
Piteously weeping and bemoaning them;
And I by peradventure heard “Sweet Mary!”
Uttered in front of us amid the weeping
Even as a woman does who is in child-birth;
And in continuance: “How poor thou wast
Is manifested by that hostelry
Where thou didst lay thy sacred burden down.”
Thereafterward I heard: “O good Fabricius,
Virtue with poverty didst thou prefer
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 20
And then the feelings bind the intellect.
Far more than uselessly he leaves the shore,
(Since he returneth not the same he went,)
— Dante Alighieri, Paradiso, Canto 13
But I put forth on the high open sea
With one sole ship, and that small company
By which I never had deserted been.
— Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 26
And two behold! upon our left-hand side,
Naked and scratched, fleeing so furiously,
That of the forest, every fan they broke.
— Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 13
Bear it in mind, if she should speak of it.”
The moon, belated almost unto midnight,
Now made the stars appear to us more rare,
— Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto 18