Characters Mentioned In The Divine Comedy Inferno

"Therefore, O ye that visit the deeds of men with vengeful pains, ye Eumenides, whose foreheads bound with snaky hair announce the wrath which breathes from your breast, hither, hither haste, hear my complaints which I (ah, unhappy !) bring forth from my inmost heart perforce, helpless, burning, blinded with raging frenzy. For since my woes come truthfully from the depths of my heart, suffer not ye my grief to come to nothing: but even as Theseus had the heart to leave me desolate, with such a heart, ye goddesses, may he bring ruin upon himself and his own."

"Orestes: Ah, ah! Ye handmaidens, see them yonder—like Gorgons, stoled in sable garb, entwined with swarming snakes! I can no longer stay.Chorus: What fancies disturb thee, thou dearest of sons unto thy sire? Hold, be not greatly overborne by fear.Orestes: To me these are no fancied troubles. For in very truth yonder are the wrathful sleuth-hounds that avenge my mother.Chorus: ’Tis that the blood is still fresh upon thy hands—this is the reason of the disorder that assails thy wits.Orestes: O lord Apollo, lo! now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood!"

"These Words | Lavinia Virgo heard of his mother, | of dewy tears and of a fire | Of virgin blush the sprinkled cheeks, | What is it that is stained purpura? | was a white ivory, or that of roses | let the lilies be scattered. (Book XII)"

"Therefore my Lavinia will be given | to Trojans? Bandits? And you his father, | Who is how you collected it? And you don't mind | Of her, of you, of her unhappy mother? | That at the first wind that blows to its woods, | Of so dear orb pledge left | (as you may say), from this treacherous | fugitive abandoned thief, | Of the Vedrolla Sea and of the corsairs in prey? | Or not so of Sparta also kidnapped | Was she Leda's daughter? And those who kidnap | Wasn't he Trojan too? Ah! Where is he, sire, | That holy faith of yours? | That care of yours? That Promise | that has been done by you so many times | on our turn? If you are from outside people | son-in-law is due; if fixed and balance | it is in your thinking; if of Faun | thy father the prophecy clings to it; | I believe that every land, that to thy sceptre | she is not subject to us, she is a stranger to us. (Beloved: Book VII) [a Latin]"

"He was sir, | when this was the case, the king of Latium Latin, | A king who watched and placid for a long time | He had administered his kingdom in peace. | He was born of Faun and Marica | nymph of Laürento, and Faun at Pico | he was son, and Pico to thee, Saturn, | of his royal legging, the last author. | This king had no manly race, | what his destiny was like; and the one who had | In the flower of his green years he was ancisa. | Alone of such a blood, of such a kingdom | there remained one of his only daughters as heirs, [Lavinia] | that already matures in years, and in beauty | more than any other famous, it was by many | heroes of Lazio and Ausonia as a whole | desire and research. | Ahead of the Others | [Lavinia] asked Turn, a young man, the most handsome, | the mightiest and clearest lineage | than the others all; and more than to others, to him, | nay, to him alone his queen mother | With wondrous affection she bowed. (Book VII)"

"Latin – father"

"See that brave young man there | That on that pure shaft does the arm rest? | Those who to the light is destined in the first, | first of Lavinia in Lazio you will have | A posthumous son who is already grave to thee, | That at last from her out of the woods adduced, | King will be of Alba, and of the royal Albans | author and father: and Sílvi from his name | all our who descended from him | there they will have a great empire for a long time. (Anchises: Publius Virgil Maron, Aeneid)"

"(To the members of the Sanhedrin, who were worried that because of the uproar caused by Jesus the Romans would destroy Israe) Nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish."

"Arabic Infancy Gospel – apocryphal attributed to him"

"Anna – father-in-law"

"[To the members of the Sanhedrin, after Jesus had confirmed that he considered himself the Son of God] Then the high priest tore his clothes, saying, “He has spoken blasphemy! What further need do we have of witnesses? Look, now you have heard His blasphemy!"

"(To Jesus) I put You under oath by the living God: Tell us if You are the Christ, the Son of God."

"Eternal, almighty | Lord, if a human prayer moves you, | look at us, and this will be a lot. | But if there is any merit in your presence | it is our pity, kind father, | give her help too; and with happy sign | this announcement ratifies and confirms. (book II)"

"In an act of welcome: O son, he said | sweetly crying, I see you too, | even though you came, he still has your pity | the inconveniences and hardships have been overcome | yes strange journey. Here it is given to me | to see, son, your longed-for appearance, | and hear you and talk to you. I point to this | he wasn't in doubt, and only thought about when, | counting the days. Oh after so much trouble, | after how many perils, and how many cripples | and on sea and land I see you again! (book VI)"

"Firstly the sky, the earth and the sea, | the air, the moon, the sun, what is hidden, | what appears and how much it is, moves, nourishes | and holds what is inside, either spirit or mind O soul that is of the universe; | which spread throughout the whole and the parts | of such a great mass, the impious of himself, and with him | it turns, mixes and unites. (book VI)"

"See there that bold young man | that his arm rests on that pure shaft? | Those to the light is destined first, | first that of Lavinia in Lazio you will have | posthumous son to you already of grave years, | who at last led by her out of the woods, | king will be of Alba, and of the royal Albans | author and father: and Sílvi named after him | Fian all ours, who descended from him | there they will have long reign. (book VI)"

"Brutus, prime consol, and those bundles of him | and those hatchets from which he, cruel father, | of the homeland good son, his children | for the beautiful libertate ancide of others. (book VI)"

"Public love wins, and great desire | of human praise in him the internal affection | of his own nature and blood. (book VI) on Lucius Junius Brutus"

"But you, Romans my, rule the world | with empire and with weapons, and with your arts | let's be just in peace, undefeated in war; | forgive the subjects, welcome the humble, | defeat the proud. (book VI)"

"Miserable child! So death | you would not win, as undefeated fora | your valor, and how you, Marcelus, | no less than the other, heroic virtue | and more splendor and more luck you had! | Give me plenty so I can di lilies | and scatters a cloud of purple flowers, | which, if well against the already fixed destiny | I try in vain, at least with these gifts | honors the shadow of such a grandson of mine. (book VI)"

"It's on the tip | Once we reached Lilybaeum, we immediately turned around its blind shoals, and the port at last | of the bad sight Drepano we grabbed. | Here, leave me! oppressed by so many worries, | exposed to many, my beloved father, | I lost my father. Here tired and sad, | father, you abandoned me: and you alone | you were in my many difficult fortunes | how much comfort and support he had. | Alas! who in vain from such great perils | safe. (Aeneas: Publius Virgil Maron, Aeneid)"

"And Trapani, where he passed away | the most ancient Anchises, he does not hide. (Torquato Tasso)"

"The room where I write has in the vault the story of Anchises saved by Aeneas, the fire of Troy. And I look at those figures who filled my childhood with strange dreams. The hours chime in the brick bell tower. (Gabriele D'Annunzio)"

"Aeneas – son"

"Virgil, the one whom the professors call the swan of Mantua, certainly because that is not where he was born, appeared to him as one of the most unbearable nuisances that antiquity has ever produced, as well as one of the most terrible pedants . His shepherds all neat and dressed up, who take turns inundating each other with sentient and cold verses, his Orpheus whom he compares to a nightingale in tears, his Aristaeus who whimpers about bees, his Aeneas, character indecisive and inconstant who moves like a Chinese shadow, with wooden gestures, behind the transparent and poorly oiled poem, exasperated him. (Joris-Karl Huysmans)"

"Aeneas remained clear, he too | of clarity and appearance and stature, | who showed himself as a God: and well to Goddess | he was a son, who is a mother of beauty. | He was breathing from his eyes and from his hair those clear, happy and youthful honors | which she herself, his mother, instilled in him. (book I)"

"I can tell you the truth, | My Anna, since what death is the wicked friar | deprive me of Sicheus, who alone moved him | my senses and my heart, and only in him | I know the signs of the ancient flame. ([[Didone] ]: book IV)"

"Aeneas, divine lineage, | May Troy bring it back from its enemies and you revive it and keep it eternal; | or from me, from Laurenti and from Latini | already long awaited with so much hope, | this is your home, this is safe- | mind, don't stop, the fatal seat | that is promised to you. The threats and the cry | do not fear war. All hatred, all anger | already ceases from the celestials. (Tiberinus: book VIII)"

"Aeneas as soon as he sees him | quickly moves towards them. And he was motionless of courage and body waiting for him | it stands as a pillar founded and solid in itself. His Mole stat on Wikipedia. </ ref> (book"

"And as for' gifts, go, | bring them back to you, and the great Aeneas nor presented. And only me believe | of the valor of him, that I was with him in the face | with weapons in hand; and I know about shield and spear | which he gave me a good account of, and how valuable. ( Latin: book XI)"

"Aeneas alone with Hector | was the reason for so much delay | the ruin of Troy, and that ten years | we managed to conquer it. Both of these | they were of equal heart, strength and weapons, | but the greater Aeneas was very pitiful. (Latin: book XI)"

"Aeneas, author of the Roman lineage, | with her celestial weapons and shield | who had come from the stars earlier, | I went out on the other side, and with me on equal terms | Ascanio, her son, of the great Rome | the second hope. (book XII)"

"Anchises – father"

"Ascanius – son"

"Miserable child! and what help, | which the compassionate Aeneas can honor you | worthy of your praise and omen | what did you give of yourself? The weapons that so much | you liked them, I leave you, and your body to the care of your own, if you care about that | has your impious father [Mezentius], ready for the grave | and I honor you with obsequies. And you, petty, | then you receive death from the great Aeneas, | it consoles you to die. [to Lauso dying]"

"Comrades, much has been done. To what remains | fear nothing. Here Mezenzio is dead | for my hands, and these that you see, | the spoils and the first fruits are | of the proud tyrant. Now to the walls | we're going to Latin. Everyone to arms | get ready: everyone trusts and promises | war and victory. You are on point, | because when good wishes hint at it | to move the field, and what purpose there is | to raise the banner, no delay | let it not stop us, either doubt or fear don't delay us. In this midst of the dead | let's give them burial, and what is due to them | it is only after death, eternal honor. | Itene therefore, and those clear souls | that they have with their own blood and life | this purchased homeland and this empire, | of last adorned gifts."

"We hear to other tears called | from the same fate, other battles | we will learn. And you, great Pallas, | go in peace, and with eternal glory | enjoy eternal rest. [to the corpse of Pallas]"

"To you holy bones, to you ashes love | and famous and happy, soul and shadow | of my father, I return again in vain | to honor you; then that Italy and the Tebro | (even if Tebro is for us) contends for it. | Now, what I can with devoted affection | I adore you and bow to you as something holy.""

"Wood and salt. | And clear water of broken mirrors. | Ilium burns behind our backs, no one turns to look. | Hot tears and pregnant hearts for everyone. | Let's go. | There's nothing else to do. | Freshly planed fir and new pitch under the soles of the feet, sails ringed with hope and the sun high. | The smoke remains of the house of the past: it fills the throat and nostrils, it will accompany us forever. | Barefoot exiles, broken souls, old people, women and children. | Let's go. | Defeated, deceived, cold backs under the eyes of bored gods. | Let's go. | My son's curls, the wrinkles of his bent father, the wide open mouths of those who call me "prince". | While the kingdom I never ruled still burns. | My name is Æneas and this is the last day of Ilium. | To cast off is to die twice. | The future smells of wind and fear. | Let's leave. (Simone Sarasso)"

"No, princess, friend, | it is not indignation, it is not fear that moves | the Phrygian sails and transports me elsewhere. | I know that Dido loves me; | unfortunately I know; nor was I afraid of her. | I love it, and I remember it | how much she did for me: I am not ungrateful. | But let me expose again | to the will of the waves my days | she prescribes my destiny, the gods want it; | and I am so unfortunate, | that fate seems to be my fault.""

"If I stay on the beach, | if I untie the sails, | treacherous, cruel | I hear myself called: | and meanwhile confused | in the fatal doubt, | I'm not leaving, I'm not staying, | but I try the martyr | what I would have when leaving, what I would have when staying"."

"Torment the cruelest | of every cruel torment | it's the barbaric moment | which divides a cor in two."

"And the time will come | one day, which so many and so many ventures, | nothing else, they will be a sweet reminder to you."

"Suffer, support yourselves, preserve yourselves | to this, which from heaven is reserved for you, | yes glorious and yes happy state."

"I am Aeneas, that pious man who gives enemies | I have escaped with me my patriotic Penates, | up to the stars now known by fame. | Italy I'm looking for, who for homeland | Jupiter assigns me, author of my blood. | With ten and ten well-garnished ships | I left Phrygia, following my destiny | and the splendor of the maternal star."

"Look at Priam! Here even glory has its reward, | and sorrows bring tears, the things of men touch the soul.""

"Dogliosa history | and of bitter and horrible remembrance, | exalted queen, you invite me to tell the story. | Like the already powerful and glorious | my homeland, now worthy of pity and tears, | was burned and destroyed at the hands of the Greeks. | And what I saw cause ruin and havoc: | that I myself saw it, and I was a large part of it of the case of him unhappy with him. Magna pars on Wikipedia. </ ref>"

"But if you hear our troubles, | if briefly you like saver | the last massacre, where she burned and fell, | although mourning and pain renew me, | and only memory dismays me; | I'll count it.""

"Slammed and tired | of waging war for so many years and being driven back | even by fate, the Greek leaders | they faced the dangers; and from Minerva | divinely instructed, a great horse | of well-contexted and well-confined fir trees | in the likeness of a building mountain. | Then pretend that this was by vote | of their return, of returning semblance | they did so that the cry spread. | Inside her blind womb and in the caves, | which were many and large in such great mass, | he will secretly lock up weapons and warriors | elected to this by fate and valor."

"Now listen | the malice of the Greeks: and from this one | know them all."