 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 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. St. 44Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. St. 45.... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1876 - 462 oldal
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where recking London's smoky caldron simmers. "I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And geutle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern... | |
 | Goronwy Owen - 1876 - 350 oldal
...he contrasts it with the Italian. Speaking of the latter, he says : — "I love the language, too, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables that breathe of the ' sweet south', And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, • That not a single... | |
 | Goronwy Owen - 1876 - 332 oldal
...he contrasts it with the Italian. Speaking of the latter, he says : — "I love the language, too, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables that breathe of the ' sweet south', And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent... | |
 | Walter Alwyn Briscoe - 1924 - 340 oldal
...he has told us so in some of his letters which remain. He was accomplished in Italian, for, said he, 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 splutter all. - - _. ^4 him one tribute as an... | |
 | Walter Alwyn Briscoe - 1924 - 350 oldal
...remain. He was accomplished in Italian, for, said he, I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, I Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, / And...uncouth. Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting gutteral, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and splutter all. But before we look at Byron as a... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 oldal
...life are followed by Byron's appreciation for Italy's chief adornments, the language and the women: I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. This provides a contrast for a backward glance at England, with its "harsh northern whistling, grunting... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1989 - 414 oldal
...happiness! There's no looking at a building here after seeing Italy. Fanny Burney (1752-1840) English author I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...satin With syllables which breathe of the sweet South. Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet Lump the whole thing! say that the Creator made Italy from designs... | |
 | Peter J. Manning - 1990 - 338 oldal
...innately sexualized: talk is desire. Byron underscores the connection in writing of Italy in Beppo: I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our own harsh, northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter... | |
 | Alan L. Mackay - 1991 - 312 oldal
...rise As from the stroke of the Enchanter's wand. Ckilde HaTold'x Pilgrimage opening of Canto 4 254 That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. [The Italian language] Beppo verse 44 255 When Newton saw an apple fall, he found . . . A mode of proving... | |
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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... 
