...Moore, Venice, March 25, 1817. • Jtid. ir. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I loye the language, that soft bastard Latin, "Which melts 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...

...in the termination of words. Thus Lord Byron compliments the Italian in comparison with our own : '" I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, \n& sounds as if it should be writ on satin With syllables that breathe of the sweet South,...

...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love the langnage, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sonnds as if it shonld be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet Sonth, And gentle...

...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love tlie 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,...

...rubbish." " Did you learn to speak French and Italian when you were abroad ? " " Yes, a little. I like the language— that soft bastard Latin, which melts like kisses from a female mouth. But when in Italy I devoted my time to painting. The very land of art, music and poetry or painting,...

...Moore, Venice, March 25, 1S17. • Ibid. iv. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I lore 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,...

...— "I love the language, too, 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', And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent...

...— "I love the language, too, 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', And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, • That not a single...

...shall we refrain from using the language which is praised in the following stanza from Byron's Beppo: " 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,...

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