And this is all that is known of the “ Fiorentino spirito bizzaro ,” forgotten by history, and immortalized in song. “What a barbarous strength and confusion of ideas,” exclaims Leigh Hunt, Italian Poets , p. 60, “is there in this whole passage about him! Arrogance punished by arrogance, a Christian mother blessed for the unchristian disdainfulness of her son, revenge boasted of and enjoyed, passion arguing in a circle.” ↩

The word “mosques” paints at once to the imagination the City of Unbelief. ↩

Virgil, Aeneid , VI , Davidson’s Translation:⁠—