 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 260 oldal
...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...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly,) From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy bronze, And large... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 294 oldal
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where rqeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 oldal
...recking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which m Its like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if...single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistl;ng, grunting guttural, Whieh we're oblig'd to hiss, aud spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 476 oldal
...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...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we 're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." Though it seems probable that the noble author... | |
 | John Watkins - 1822 - 452 oldal
...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...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we 're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter alL" Though it seems probable that the noble author... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 oldal
...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...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 310 oldal
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we Ye oblig'd to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 oldal
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. I like the women too (forgive my folly), From... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 oldal
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting gutteral, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. I like the women too (forgive my... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 340 oldal
...glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft hastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, . And sounds as if it should he writ on satin, With syllahles which hreathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so... | |
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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... 
