It is the only dialect of Italy that is at all pleasing to my ear, for I do not at all relish the nasal twang and truncated terminations of the Piedmontese and Lombard dialects, nor the semi-barbarous jargon of the Genoese and the Neapolitan and, least of all, the execrable cacophony of the Bolognese.

Menaces slighting and remonstrance mocking, They stand and twangle, tootle, grind, and gurgle Their horrible cacophony.

The ugly cacophony of our mother-tongue here in the north melts on her tongue into the sweet and mellow euphony of Italian and Hindu speech.

The unfortunate cacophony of the opening is the retribution on the translator for not having the courage to begin with a hypermetrical line.