 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 oldal
...kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if it should he writ on satiu. With F yllahles which hreathe of the sweet south. And gentle liquids gliding all...Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're ohliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all. like the women too (forgive my folly,) From... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 oldal
...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmer». x XLIV. se existence And unparticipated solitude I Let him...in misery ! Spirits and men, at least we sympathise Which we 're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter al¡. XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 oldal
...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...as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables, that breath of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 560 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...mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, XL. And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 oldal
...reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. { love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melt» like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if...sweet south, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, Tnat not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, granting guttural, Which... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 oldal
...farthing candlelighl which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. i XLIV. I love Ihe language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, I (I) In (he MS."From the tall peasant with her ruddy bronre."— E. ¡a) III the MS— " Like her... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1847 - 356 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. I like the women too (forgive my folly), From... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 oldal
...reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLT7. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melfcs like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if...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),... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1851 - 1502 oldal
...the Italian in comparison with our own : " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melta LANGUAGE. § 37. This is the Latin language in new forms, produced by sathi With syllables that breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in That... | |
 | Charles V. Kraitsir - 1852 - 252 oldal
...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... | |
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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... 
