 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 354 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XL1V. 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 - 1841 - 998 sivua
...'That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. To hoard my life, that his might be Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, 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.) - 1842 - 866 sivua
...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmer». x XLIV. se existence And unparticipated solitude I Let him crowd orb on orb : he is alone I mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 sivua
...and animates. l Because they know the world, and are at ease, And, being natural, naturally please.' 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 breath of the sweet South,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 sivua
...farthing candlelighl which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. i XLIV. I love Ihe 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, Thomas Moore - 1847 - 356 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight 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,... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1851 - 1502 sivua
...in the termination of words. Thus, Lord Byron compliments the Italian in comparison with our own : " are cease and ease (eaze). In the fat age of pleasure, wealth, and ease, Sprang mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin With syllables that breathe of the tweet South,... | |
 | Charles V. Kraitsir - 1852 - 252 sivua
...useless rags on Latin words, diphthongizes so many * BYRON, so Anglo-Saxon in his style, says: * " 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 sivua
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. ld man ! He 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... 
