 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...  The Northern star, or, Yorkshire magazine - Pagina 59geredigeerd door - 1818Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 310 pagina’s
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 pagina’s
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 916 pagina’s
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XIJV. 1 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pagina’s
...forced to borrow That sort of farthing-candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's su/nk\ cauldron ar: Tmnboargi ! thy 'larnni gives promise of war. \ v mountain* , that sec us desce mouth. And sounds as if it should be writ on satin. With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 pagina’s
...sort of farthing-candle light, which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, Aud sounds as if it should be writ on satin, Wilb syllables which breathe of the sweet soulh,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1829 - 478 pagina’s
...borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. 1 love the language, that soft bastard. Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be wiit on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 442 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 pagina’s
...sort of farthing-candle light, which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. 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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 pagina’s
...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 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 354 pagina’s
...That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. 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,... | |
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