Thy city heap-d with envy to the brim held me in brighter days Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

Gustave Dore – Thy city heap-d with envy to the brim held me in brighter days

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Gustave Dore - 1979 A Souvenir from Scotland

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Gustave Dore - I through compassion fainting seem-d not far from death and like a corpse fell to the ground Canto

Gustave Dore - Then my guide his palms expanding on the ground thence filled with earth rais’d t

Gustave Dore - Thy city heap-d with envy to the brim held me in brighter days. Ye citizens were wont to name me Ciacco

Gustave Dore - My teacher sage aware thrusting him back -Away down there to th- other dogs-

Gustave Dore - Here you see the bloodthirsty Erynnies- he said

Gustave Dore - To the gate he came and with his wand touch-d it whereat open without impediment it flew

Gustave Dore - And there lay stretch-d the infamy of Crete detested brood of the feign-d heifer

Gustave Dore - One cried from far -Say to what pain ye come condemn-d who down this steep have j

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Gustave Dore - We got closer to these agile monsters

Gustave Dore - It is here where the hideous Harpies build their nests

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Vielleicht ist eine Schwarz-Weiß-Zeichnung eines Mannes, der über einer Gruppe nackter Männer steht, inmitten eines Kreises von Männern, die auf dem Boden liegen.

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