„[…]his back is fairly turned?The pair of goodly palaces are burned,The gardens ravaged, and your Guelf is drunkA week with joy; the next, his laughter sunkIn sobs of blood, for he found, some strange way,Old Salinguerra back again; I sayOld Salinguerra in the town once moreUprooting, overturning, flame beforeBlood fetlock-high beneath him; Azzo fled;Who scaped the carnage followed; then the deadWere pushed aside from Salinguerra’s throne.He ruled once more Ferrara, all alone.Till Azzo, stunned awhile, revived, would pounce;Coupled with Boniface, like lynx and ounce.“

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