Who is Dante Alighieri

Dante Alighieri (Italian: [ˈdante aliˈɡjɛːri]), probably baptized Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri and often referred to simply as Dante (, also US: ; c. 1265 – 14 September 1321), was an Italian poet, writer and philosopher. His Divine Comedy, originally called Comedìa (modern Italian: Commedia) and later christened Divina by Giovanni Boccaccio, is widely considered one of the most important poems of the Middle Ages and the greatest literary work in the Italian language.Dante is known for establishing the use of the vernacular in literature at a time when most poetry was written in Latin, which was accessible only to the most educated readers. His De vulgari eloquentia (On Eloquence in the Vernacular) was one of the first scholarly defenses of the vernacular. His use of the ...
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Holographicmd: “l'amor che muove il sole e l'altre stelle” (the love that moves the sun and other stars) - from the “divine comedy” by dante alighieri “love” (1800’s, watercolor), edward burne-jones
Comtegermaine: "beauty awakens the soul to act." – dante alighieri
Unknownleadere: the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain neutrality in times of moral crisis. --dante alighieri
Stevesmothermon: “the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.” dante alighieri
Vedikasingh8888: "beauty awakens the soul to act." - dante alighieri
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