 | Arthur Jewitt - 1818 - 336 strani
...style ! " I love the language that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, 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... | |
 | 1818 - 628 strani
...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...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... | |
 | 1818 - 590 strani
...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. * I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 70 strani
...candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding alt so pat in, That not a single accent... | |
 | 1818 - 428 strani
...candlelight which glimmers \Vlierereeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLI. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds a* if it should be writ on satin. With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids... | |
 | 1818 - 638 strani
...simmers. й I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 strani
...candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, XLIV. I love the language , that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all sa pat in, That not a single accent... | |
 | 1819 - 884 strani
...candlelight, which glimmers, Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, . ','r\ I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, • "Which melts like kisses...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... | |
 | 1819 - 950 strani
...reeking London's smoky cauldron simmer«. I Inte the language, that soft, bastard Latin, Which mel'sUKe kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, Aid gentle liquids gliding all so pat in That not a single accent... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 260 strani
...candle light which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...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... | |
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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... 
