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 I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent...  The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots ... - Halaman 346 1818 Tampilan utuh -
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