O’er the long-standing scum of yonder flood,
Where, most condense, its acrid streams collect.’”
Inferno: Canto IX.
“When, lo! there met us, close beside our track,
A troop of spirits. Each amid the band
Eyed us, as men at eve a passer-by
’Neath a new moon; as closely us they scanned,
As an old tailor doth a needle’s eye.”
Inferno: Canto XV.
“And just as frogs that stand, with noses out