as a taste becomes a religion.
The homeless exile finds a home in thousands of grateful hearts.
E venne da esilio in questa pace!
Every kind of objection, aesthetic and other, may be, and has been, made to the Divina Commedia, especially by critics who have but a superficial acquaintance with it, or rather with the Inferno, which is as far as most English critics go. Coleridge himself, who had a way of divining what was in books, may be justly suspected of not going further, though with Carey to help him. Mr. Carlyle, who has said admirable things of Dante the man, was very imperfectly read in Dante the author, or he would never have put Sordello in hell and the meeting with Beatrice in paradise.
In France it was not much better (though Rivarol has said the best thing hitherto of Dante's parsimony of epithet
Rivarol characterized only a single quality of Dante's style, who knew how to spend as well as spare.
Even the Inferno, on which he based his remark, might have put him