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...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, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin With syllables that breathe of the sweet South,...

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...within two syllables. As to other musical qualities, Byron's contrast between Italian and English, — "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,...

...poetic ability. Among these cases are the following : — (a) Where sounds are the subject-matter. " 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,...

...subject-matter. " 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, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent...

...speak Italian, and had therefore acquired a knowledge and taste of the musical in speech. He writes: "I 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...

...for the musical in language, and while comparing Italian and English he says in one of his verses: I 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...

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...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,...