alogue gives fifty-eight folio pages —with double columns and small type—to its Dante entries, the forthcoming catalogue of the Dante collection in the Harvard Colle expected to treat rather deferentially those for whom Italian literature means Dante only.
Yet Voltaire wrote of Dante, only a century and a half ago, that althougDante, only a century and a half ago, that although occasionally, under favorable circumstances, he wrote lines not unworthy of Tasso or Ariosto, yet his work was, as a whole, stupidly extravagant and barbarous.
Thedantic poem, The Botanic Garden, as showing the wild and terrible sublimity of Dante.
A hundred years from this have ended in Ruskin's characterization of Dante asDante as the central man of all the world, as representing in perfect balance the imaginative, moral, and intellectual faculties, all at their highest.
When we consider thrials of the time, to drain its best intellects, to reflect its best impulses.
Dante, of all great writers, is the least explainable in this way; but in the case of