...That sork of farthing candlelight which glimmern Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. 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,...

...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...

...That sort of 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 a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,...

...Horrible discord ; and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots raged." The following is from Byron : — " 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 that breathe of the sweet south,...

...praised them : they 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 a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South."...

...again, who would fain have written his poems in Italian, if only he had known enough of the language ' Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin," learnt in Italy to use the octave rhyme with more fluency and force than Pulci or Ariosto, but did...

...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. 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....

...the Italian language in a rather loose stanza, unfavorably contrasts with it the English tongue. " 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...

...Letter to Murray, Venice, Jan. 2, 1817. 4 Ibid. iii. 363 ; Letter to Moore, Venice, March 25, 1817. I 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 breathe of the sweet South,...

...Letter to Moore, Venice, March 25, 1817. 4 Ibid. iv. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I 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 breathe of the sweet South,...