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...snoodheen snoodste! 1822. HET ITALIAANSCH. * "I love the langnage, that soft bastard Latin, "Which milts like kisses from a female mouth, "And sounds as if...uncouth, "Like our harsh Northern whistling, grunting guttura], "Which we're oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." U minne ik teer, ö taal van lust...

...though it should be writ on eatin 1859.1 Lettert of a Spintter. With syllables which breathe of tin; sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural Which we're obliged to hiss and spit and sputter all." Another peculiarity of utterance which obtains...

...1 I love the language, that soft hastard latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mnuth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables...south, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That uot a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're...

...simmers. 1 Ilove the language, that soft hastard latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables...breathe of the sweet south , And gentle liquids gliding ail so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting...

...1 1 love the language, that soft hastanl latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet south, And genile liquids gliding ail so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern...

...travail écrit sur le dialecte sarde. (2) Expressions de lord Byron en parlant de l'italien : Y love thé language, that soft bastard latin Which melts like...be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of thé sweet south And gentle liquida gliding ail so pat in That not a single accent seems uncouth. Comme...

...l'italien : Y love the language, that soft bastard latin Winch melts like kisses from a female mouih, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With...breathe of the sweet south And gentle liquids gliding ail so pat in That not a single accent seems uncouth. cision qui ne s'acquiert que par une longue culture....

...sork of farthing candlelight which glimmern Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, - Which...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all XtV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),...

...ciel2.» That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. II love the language, that soft bastard latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which hreathe of the sweet south , And...