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
pain justice glances
Ah! Justice of our God! Who else could stow Such travails new and pains as met my glance!
heart justice bows
Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
sad justice divine
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
justice doe pinnacle
Justice does not descend from its own pinnacle.
pain cities justice
Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
great help projects small
Small projects need much more help than great ones.
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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
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.
crown happier sorrow
A sorrow's crown of sorrow, Is remembering happier things
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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
love moves sun
Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
borne disgrace lived miserable praise souls state wretched
This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise.