Dante Alighieri
Dante Alighieri
Durante degli Alighieri, simply called Dante, was a major Italian poet of the Late Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìaand later christened Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
CountryItaly
flames grace doe
I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
flames answers alive
If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.
flames virtue kindles
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.
flames blood veins
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
flames sparks risen
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
flames sparks tiny
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
flames littles sparks
From a little spark may burst a flame.
cause dim hidden intellect judgment lies lies-and-lying number remote root since skill therefore thy
Predestination! how remote and dim Thy root lies hidden from the intellect Which only glimpses the First Cause Supreme! And you, ye mortals, keep your judgment checked, Since we, who see God, have not therefore skill To know yet all the number of the
born consider follow virtue
Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
consider follow knowledge might virtue
Consider your origins: you were not made that you might live as brutes, but so as to follow virtue and knowledge
consider follow humankind virtue
Consider your breed; you were not made to live like beasts, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
bursts flame mighty spark
From a little spark bursts a mighty flame
love moves sun
Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
air cries faint horrible knows pain sand uncouth
Uncouth tongues, horrible shriekings of despair, Shrill and faint voices, cries of pain and rage, And, with it all, smiting of hands, were there, Making a tumult, nothing could assuage, To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, Like sand withi