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...farthing candle light which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly,) From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy bronze, And large...

...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where rqeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly), From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy bronze, And large...

...recking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which m Its like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if...single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistl;ng, grunting guttural, Whieh we're oblig'd to hiss, aud spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the...

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...; of which the following description of the Tuscan dialect may serve as an instance : " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." Though it seems probable that the noble author had the merry tales of Peter Pindar in his mind, when...

...; of which the following description of the Tuscan dialect may serve as an instance : " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we 're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter alL" Though it seems probable that the noble author had...

...; of which the following description of the Tuscan dialect may serve as an instance : " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we 're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." Though it seems probable that the noble author...

...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we Ye oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly), From...

...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...like the women too (forgive my folly), From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a thousand...