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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... "
The Northern star, or, Yorkshire magazine - Sivu 59
muokkaaja - 1818
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Nide 29

Sydney Smith, Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey, Macvey Napier, William Empson, Sir George Cornewall Lewis, Henry Reeve, Arthur Ralph Douglas Elliot (Hon.), Harold Cox - 1818
...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,...

The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots ...

1818
...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,...

Beppo: A Venetian Story

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 51 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,...

Robinson's Magazine: A Weekly Repository of Original Papers and ..., Nide 1

1818
...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,...

The works of ... lord Byron, Niteet 7–8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819
...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,...

Hermes; oder kritisches Jahrbuch der Literatur

1819
...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,...

The works of lord Byron, Nide 3

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820
...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,...

An Historical and Critical Memoir of the Life and Writings of the Right ...

John Watkins - 1822 - 427 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,...

Memoirs of the Life and Writings of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: With ...

John Watkins - 1822 - 428 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,...

The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Niteet 5–6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822
...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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