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
greater happy midst recall sorrow time
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.
greater happy mindful sorrow time
There is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.
time sleep way
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
time grieving knows
He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
time growing-up loss
The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.
time
Everywhere is here and every when is now.
pain happy-times misery
... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)
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.
darkest maintain moral places politics reserved
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
brought cut division society
Yes, and he's cut in two because he has brought division to society.
among divine endure enter eternal high highest maker primal runs suffering urged
Through me the way into the suffering city,Through me the way to the eternal pain,Through me the way that runs among the lost.Justice urged on my high artificer;My maker was divine authority,The highest wisdom, and the primal love.Before me nothing but eternal things were made,And I endure eternally.Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.
bursts flame mighty spark
From a little spark bursts a mighty flame
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