 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 290 páginas
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLTV. 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 408 páginas
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. J 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, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That... | |
 | Victor Hehn - 1879 - 344 páginas
...(Beppo, 44): l love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses in 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... | |
 | 1895 - 736 páginas
...than the following. In the Italian he could never have expressed his ideas so forcibly. He says : " 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... | |
 | John McGovern - 1880 - 762 páginas
...gossiper, in the forty-fourth stanza, has yet seen no immediate need of stopping to tell his tale: 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 svllables which breathe of the sweet South.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 800 páginas
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London'ssmokycaldronsimmers. 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 338 páginas
...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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 326 páginas
...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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 342 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 1108 páginas
...the soft and liquid tones of those who live in fertile plains under a more genial sky. Thus Byron: 'I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds ns if it should be writ on sntin, With syllables that breathe of the tirttt South.... | |
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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... 
