 | 1818 - 590 sivua
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron 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,... | |
 | 1818 - 628 sivua
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron 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 - 1818 - 70 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers 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,... | |
 | 1818 - 428 sivua
...That sort of 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers 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,... | |
 | 1819 - 884 sivua
...sort of farthing candlelight, which glimmers, Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers, . ','r\ 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.) - 1820 - 260 sivua
...That sort of farthing candle light 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,... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 452 sivua
...double rhymes ; of which the following description of the Tuscan dialect may serve as an instance : " 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 Watkins - 1822 - 476 sivua
...double rhymes ; of which the following description of the Tuscan dialect may serve as an instance : " 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.) - 1822 - 614 sivua
...drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all heaven t' himself; that day will break as 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... | |
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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... 
