 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 442 oldal
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. '. love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, x^ Vnd sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, knd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 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 - 1832 - 488 oldal
...sort of farthing-candle light, which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron 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 - 1833 - 354 oldal
...That sort of farthing candlelight 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, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLII. . XLV. I like the women too (forgive... | |
 | 1833 - 536 oldal
...of Childe Harold does of their language, when he calls it " that «oft bastard Latin, Which mi'lts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllable« which breathe of the sweet south." So of their architecture I adapt another quotation from... | |
 | 1859 - 980 oldal
...kisses from a femal* moatli, And sounds as though it should be writ on satin 1859.1 « • . 248 [APRIL With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural Which we're obliged to hiss and spit and sputter all." Another peculiarity of utterance which obtains... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 354 oldal
...That sort of farthing candlelight 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, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLII. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 oldal
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XL1V. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...Like our harsh northern whistling grunting guttural, Which we're obliged tohiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 982 oldal
...XLIV. I love the langtrage, that soft bastard Latin, Which mclU like kisses from a female mouth, Aad sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables...gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single acceut seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 oldal
...'That sort of farthing candlelight 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, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
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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... 
