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
wind long earth
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long.
fall wind race
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
blow wind may
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
blow idols wind
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
blow men wind
Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.
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
came climbed finally heaven opening round saw
We climbed up.until I finally saw through a round opening the beauteous things which Heaven holds. And there we came out to see, once more, the stars.
blame lived sad souls
The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise.