The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: "Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame."

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Gustave Dore

1832-1883

FrenchRomanticpainter, sculptor, illustrator and printmaker

The Inferno, Canto 7, lines 118-119: "Now seest thou, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame."


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Extract from Dante's The Divine Comedy, "Hell", Canto 7, lines 110-134. Translation by The Rev. H. F. Cary, M.A.

Into a lake, the Stygian nam'd, expands
The dismal stream, when it hath reach'd the foot
Of the grey wither'd cliffs. Intent I stood
To gaze, and in the marish sunk descried
A miry tribe, all naked, and with looks
Betok'ning rage. They with their hands alone
Struck not, but with the head, the breast, the feet,
Cutting each other piecemeal with their fangs.
The good instructor spake; "Now seest thou, son!
The souls of those, whom anger overcame.
This too for certain know, that underneath
The water dwells a multitude, whose sighs
Into these bubbles make the surface heave,
As thine eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turn.
Fix'd in the slime they say: "Sad once were we
In the sweet air made gladsome by the sun,
Carrying a foul and lazy mist within:
Now in these murky settlings are we sad."
Such dolorous strain they gurgle in their throats.
But word distinct can utter none." Our route
Thus compass'd we, a segment widely stretch'd
Between the dry embankment, and the core
Of the loath'd pool, turning meanwhile our eyes
Downward on those who gulp'd its muddy lees;
Nor stopp'd, till to a tower's low base we came.
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