 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...  The Poetical Works of Lord Byron - Sayfa 16George Gordon Byron Baron Byron tarafından - 1873Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Arthur Jewitt - 1818 - 336 sayfa
...below." When he comes to Italy, the garden of the Muses, he writes in his own style ! " I love the language that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | 1818 - 590 sayfa
...of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. * I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. ' I like the women too (forgive my folly), From the rich... | |
 | 1818 - 628 sayfa
...of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and «putter all. " I like the women too, (forgive my folly,) From the rich... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 70 sayfa
...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding alt so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting... | |
 | 1818 - 502 sayfa
...XLI. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, W h.ch melts li ke kisses frnm a female month, ArM sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables...so pat in. That not a single accent seems uncouth, • ** Cortejo" is pronounced ** CorteAo,*' with an aspirate according to the Arabesque guttural. It... | |
 | 1818 - 724 sayfa
...female And sounds as if it should be writ on satin [sweet South, With syllables which breathe of the And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in That not...we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." The Poem has been given to a large parentage; but from some peculiar expressions, from its ardour in... | |
 | 1818 - 428 sayfa
...farthing candlelight which glimmers \Vlierereeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLI. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds a* if it should be writ on satin. With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids... | |
 | 1818 - 638 sayfa
...of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. й I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | 1819 - 884 sayfa
...farthing candlelight, which glimmers, Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, . ','r\ I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, • "Which melts...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, , Wliich we're oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. I like the women too (forgive my folly)... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sayfa
...farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, XLIV. I love the language , that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all sa pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural,... | |
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