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"That is the ancient soul of wretched Myrrha" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
By that hidden way my guide and I did enter, to return to the fair world c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Then, fasting got the mastery of grief", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Yet in the abyss, that Lucifer with Judas low ingulfs, lightly he placed us c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"This proud one would of his strength against almighty Jove make trial" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
The crust came drawn from underneath in flakes c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Then Geddo at my feet outstretch'd did fling him, crying, Hast no help for me my father!'", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thence issuing we again beheld the stars c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
...all-searching Justice, dooms to punishment the forgers c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below amongst the maim'd and miserable shades?" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried: "Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Take good heed, thy soles do tread not on the heads of thy poor brethren" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Not more furiously on Menalippus temples Tydeus gnawed c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
By the hair it bore the sever'd member, lantern-wise pendant in hand c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
His Majesty King George V 1910. Creator: John Henry Frederick Bacon
 
King George and Queen Mary with their son Prince Edward, May 1910. Creator: Unknown
 
M. Alberto Santos-Dumont 1902. Creator: Unknown
 
Call thou to mind Piero of Medicina, if again returning c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Now mark how I do rip me! lo! How is Mahomet mangled!" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
The guide, who mark'd how I did gaze attentive, thus began c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"That pierced spirit...was he who gave the Pharisees council", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Tuscan...disdain not to instruct us who thou art" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Scarcely had his feet reach'd to the lowest of the bed beneath c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Be none of you outrageous c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
There stood I like the friar, that doth shrive a wretch for murder doom'd c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thais is this, the harlot c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
New terror I conceived at the steep plunge c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Why greedily thus bendest more on me?", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Forthwith that image vile of fraud appear'd' c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Sir! Brunetto! And are ye here?", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Unceasing was the play of wretched hands c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
And straight the trunk exclaim'd, "Why pluck'st thou me?" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
One cried from far: "Say to what pain ye come condemn'd" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
And there at point of the disparted ridge lay stretch'd the infamy of Crete c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
From the profound abyss, behind the lid of a great monument we stood retired c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
He, soon as there I stood at the tomb's foot, ey'd me a space c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Mark thou each dire Erynnis c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
He answer thus return'd: "The arch-heretics are here" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
I could not hear what terms he offer'd them c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
My teacher sage aware, thrusting him back c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Soon as both embark'd, cutting the waves c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
To the gate he came, and with his wand touch'd it c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Curs'd wolf ! Thy fury inward on thyself prey, and consume thee! c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Then my guide, his palms expanding on the ground c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Love brought us to one death: Caina waits the soul, who split our life c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
The stormy blast of hell with restless fury drives the spirits on c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
So I beheld united the bright school of him the monarch of sublimest song c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Only so far afflicted, that we live desiring without hope c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
All hope abandon, ye who enter here c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
I, who now bid thee on this errand forth, am Beatrice c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Now was the day departing c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Onward he moved, I close his steps pursued c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
He, soon as he saw that I was weeping c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
A lion came, gainst me as it appear'd c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Scarce the ascent began c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
In the midway of this our mortal life c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Portrait of Dante Alighieri, (c1890). Creator: Gustave Doré
 
The Right Honorable The Late Randolph Spencer Churchill (mid 1890s). Creators: Bassano Ltd, Alexander Bassano