 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 strani
...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where recking London's smoky caldron simmers. UV. 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... | |
 | Acrostics - 1867 - 302 strani
...lauded man and horse, As matched well and rivalless for gallantry and force. 4. " 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." 5. " The figured games of Greece the column grace ; Neptune and... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 strani
...glimmers Where reeking London'» smoky coldrou simmers. XLIV. 1 love the language, that soft bastnrd ing brow, And folded arms, and freezing air. And lips...scarce their scorn forbear, Her knights and dames, h which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat In, Tliatnot a single accent... | |
 | 1867 - 488 strani
...Provengal tongue : '' I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like li — -•• from u female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, Ami gentle liquids gliding nil so pat in. That not a single accent... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 strani
...candlelight 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - 828 strani
...to receive, and marble to retain.1 st. 34. Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. •a-3* That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. St. 44. Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. St.... | |
 | Erastus Otis Haven - 1869 - 392 strani
...a rather loose stanza, unfavorably contrasts with it the English tongue. --. " 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... | |
 | Francis William Bennett - 1869 - 476 strani
...was beautiful. It was utterly impossible to resist her smile as she solicited you in what Byron calls "That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth," — Beppo. to purchase a bunch of violets from her. If her countrymen only paid her as liberally as... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 strani
...which glimmers Where reeking London'ssmokycaldronsimmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastaid mong tbAcroceraunian mountains at Сшшаг!, several...terrible, but none more beautiful. ¡Мб. С HILDE which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1871 - 572 strani
...like kisses from a female month, Which sounds ns 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 awent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss,... | |
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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... 
