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Ross Castle (from "Picturesque Europe"), 1876. Creator: Josiah Wood Whymper.
 
'By the hair it bore the sever'd member, lantern-wise pendant in hand', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Not more furiously on Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnawed', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"Take good heed, thy soles do tread not on the heads of thy poor brethren"', 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.
 
"Wherefore doth fasten yet thy sight below amongst the maim'd and miserable shades?"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'...all-searching Justice, dooms to punishment the forgers', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"O senseless spirit! let thy horn for thee interpret"', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down my spirit in stillness"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Thence issuing we again beheld the stars', 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.
 
'The crust came drawn from underneath in flakes', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"This proud one would of his strength against almighty Jove make trial"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Yet in the abyss, that Lucifer with Judas low ingulfs, lightly he placed us', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"Lo!" he exclaimed, "lo Dis!"', 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.
 
'By that hidden way my guide and I did enter, to return to the fair world', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"That is the ancient soul of wretched Myrrha"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
Portrait of Dante Alighieri, (c1890).  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'In the midway of this our mortal life', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Scarce the ascent began', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'A lion came, 'gainst me as it appear'd', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'He, soon as he saw that I was weeping', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Onward he moved, I close his steps pursued', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Now was the day departing', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'I, who now bid thee on this errand forth, am Beatrice', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'All hope abandon, ye who enter here', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'And, lo ! Towards us in a bark comes an old man', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Only so far afflicted, that we live desiring without hope', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'So I beheld united the bright school of him the monarch of sublimest song', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'There Minos stands', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'The stormy blast of hell with restless fury drives the spirits on', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Bard ! willingly I would address those two together coming', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Love brought us to one death: Caina waits the soul, who split our life', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'In its leaves that day we read no more', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'I through compassion fainting, seem'd not far from death, c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Then my guide, his palms expanding on the ground', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Curs'd wolf ! Thy fury inward on thyself prey, and consume thee!', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon or ever hath been', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'To the gate he came, and with his wand touch'd it', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Soon as both embark'd, cutting the waves', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'My teacher sage aware, thrusting him back', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'I could not hear what terms he offer'd them', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'He answer thus return'd: "The arch-heretics are here"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Mark thou each dire Erynnis', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'He, soon as there I stood at the tomb's foot, ey'd me a space', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'From the profound abyss, behind the lid of a great monument we stood retired', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Here the brute Harpies make their nest', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'"Haste now," the foremost cried, "now haste thee death!"', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'And there at point of the disparted ridge lay stretch'd the infamy of Crete', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'One cried from far: "Say to what pain ye come condemn'd"', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'We to those beasts, that rapid strode along, drew near, when Chiron took an arrow forth', c1890.  Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'And straight the trunk exclaim'd, "Why pluck'st thou me?"', c1890. Creator: Gustave Doré.
 
'Unceasing was the play of wretched hands', 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.