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Shel Silverstein – The Search | Genius That's waiting where the rainbow ends I searched and searched and searched and searched And searched and searched, and then— There it was, deep in the grass, Under an old and twisty bough
Dantes Inferno Flashcards | Quizlet Dante's Inferno When I had journeyed half our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray
Poem Translation of Dante’s Inferno, Canto I and Poetry by J. Simon . . . In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself again in a dark forest, for I had lost the pathway straight and right Ah how hard it is to describe, this forest savage and rough and overwhelming, for to think of it renews my fear before it! It is so bitter, death is little more; but to discuss the good I found, I’ll say
Dante Alighieri – Inferno: Canto 1 | Genius Unable to find the right way, the spirit of Virgil appears, claiming to have been sent by the love of his life, Beatrice, and the two begin their descent into hell Find answers to frequently asked
Dante Quotes - Canto I Flashcards | Quizlet Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood How shall I say what wood that was! Dante describes himself waking up in front of the Dark Wood and his journey is one of redemption In the middle of his life
The Void - a poem by kevin - All Poetry There is poetry all around us and we are narrators, story-tellers, explorers of the human condition It begins before we know it and the power of words can change the world
Side by Side Translations of Dantes Inferno - Canto 1 I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there