 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1871 - 570 oldal
...Letter to Moore, Venice, March 25, 1817. 4 Ibid. iv. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1871 - 572 oldal
...Moore, Venice, March 25, 1817. • Jtid. ir. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I loye the language, that soft bastard Latin, "Which melts like kisses from a female month, Which sounds ns if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 oldal
...borrow That sork of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | Erastus Otis Haven - 1872 - 398 oldal
...the Italian language in a rather loose stanza, unfavorably contrasts with it the English tongue. " I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873 - 898 oldal
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where recking 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 aU . XLV. I like the women too (forgive my folly),... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873 - 404 oldal
...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. I love tlie language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...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... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1873 - 814 oldal
...in the termination of words. Thus Lord Byron compliments the Italian in comparison with our own : '" I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, \n& sounds as if it should be writ on satin With syllables that breathe of the sweet South, And gentle... | |
 | lady Emma Carolina Wood - 1874 - 350 oldal
...rubbish." " Did you learn to speak French and Italian when you were abroad ? " " Yes, a little. I like the language— that soft bastard Latin, which melts like kisses from a female mouth. But when in Italy I devoted my time to painting. The very land of art, music and poetry or painting,... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1874 - 568 oldal
...Moore, Venice, March 25, 1S17. • Ibid. iv. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I lore the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Which sounds as if it should be writ on satin. With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 oldal
...to receive, and marble to retain.1 St. 34. Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. St. 39. That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. .». 44. Heart on her lips; and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. St.... | |
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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... 
