 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
 | Julia Whitty - 2002 - 197 pagina’s
...beautiful, and his body a little too long but graceful. "I give you Byron's salute to Italy," he said. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. Pausing to look up from his papers, de Banville-Hughes caught Augusta's eye and smiled. She... | |
 | 1886 - 406 pagina’s
...(1838), ©. 303. *) AI. @фг. («Reifeeinbrucfe, 1844), 8anb l, Seite 63. *) ЗЗоДо, ©tropíje 44: I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses in a female mouth, And sounds as if it shoult le writ on satint With syllables that breathe of the... | |
 | W[illiam] D[ouglas]. Cox - 1897 - 212 pagina’s
...armour clashing, brayed Horrible discord ; and the maddening wheels Of brazen fury raged." (Milton.) " 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... | |
 | 1889 - 586 pagina’s
...pentameter aye falling in melody back." — Coleridge. A Fine Example of Onomatopoeia. "I love that 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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