More from The Divine Comedy
- But here I can’t be still; and by the lines of this my Comedy, reader, I swear- and may my verse find favor for long years.
- Here one must leave behind all hesitation; here every cowardice must meet its death.
- Here sighs and lamentations and loud cries were echoing across the starless air, so that, as soon as I set out, I wept.
- May God so let you, reader, gather fruit from what you read.
- Moving again, I tried the lonely slope- my firm foot was always the one below.
- O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
Last reviewed 2026-07-06