And there lay stretch-d the infamy of Crete detested brood of the feign-d heifer Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

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

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Gustave Dore - In its leaves that day we read no more Canto

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

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 - 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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Gustave Dore - Haste now the foremost cried now haste thee death

Gustave Dore - Ever and ever their hands tried to get rid of these flames

Gustave Dore - This hideous chimera of fraud approached us

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