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Ross Castle (from "Picturesque Europe"), 1876. Creator: Josiah Wood Whymper
 
"That is the ancient soul of wretched Myrrha" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"O senseless spirit! let thy horn for thee interpret" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Yet in the abyss, that Lucifer with Judas low ingulfs, lightly he placed us c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below amongst the maim'd and miserable shades?" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
That sprite of air is Schicchi; in like mood of random mischief vents he still his spite c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Then, fasting got the mastery of grief", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"This proud one would of his strength against almighty Jove make trial" 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
 
"Lo!" he exclaimed, "lo Dis!" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thence issuing we again beheld the stars c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
By the hair it bore the sever'd member, lantern-wise pendant in hand c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
...all-searching Justice, dooms to punishment the forgers 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, not to make them sadder, I kept down my spirit in stillness" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Take good heed, thy soles do tread not on the heads of thy poor brethren" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
The crust came drawn from underneath in flakes 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
 
Not more furiously on Menalippus temples Tydeus gnawed c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Here the brute Harpies make their nest c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Love brought us to one death: Caina waits the soul, who split our life c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
And there at point of the disparted ridge lay stretch'd the infamy of Crete c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
We to those beasts, that rapid strode along, drew near, when Chiron took an arrow forth c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
All hope abandon, ye who enter here c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
I through compassion fainting, seem'd not far from death, c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Unceasing was the play of wretched hands c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
From the profound abyss, behind the lid of a great monument we stood retired c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Bard ! willingly I would address those two together coming c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Haste now," the foremost cried, "now haste thee death!" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
I, who now bid thee on this errand forth, am Beatrice c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
One cried from far: "Say to what pain ye come condemn'd" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
In its leaves that day we read no more c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
And straight the trunk exclaim'd, "Why pluck'st thou me?" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
A lion came, gainst me as it appear'd c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Sir! Brunetto! And are ye here?", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Forthwith that image vile of fraud appear'd' c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Ah! How they made them bound at the first stripe! c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
And, lo ! Towards us in a bark comes an old man c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Then my guide, his palms expanding on the ground c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Why greedily thus bendest more on me?", c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
New terror I conceived at the steep plunge c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Curs'd wolf ! Thy fury inward on thyself prey, and consume thee! c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Thais is this, the harlot c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
There stood I like the friar, that doth shrive a wretch for murder doom'd c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
In the midway of this our mortal life c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
He, soon as he saw that I was weeping c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon or ever hath been c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
This said, they grappled him with more than hundred hooks c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Be none of you outrageous c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
In pursuit he therefore sped, exclaiming; "Thou art caught" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
But the other proved a goshawk...and in the boiling lake both fell c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Only so far afflicted, that we live desiring without hope c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
To the gate he came, and with his wand touch'd it c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Scarcely had his feet reach'd to the lowest of the bed beneath c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Amid this dread exuberance of woe ran naked spirits wing'd with horrid fear c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
Soon as both embark'd, cutting the waves c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré
 
"Tuscan...disdain not to instruct us who thou art" c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré