 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 páginas
...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 fournie muuth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 páginas
...ТЫ sort of {«ruling candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. as shriek it from their caves ; The scroll» of Enoch prophesied it long I n female mouth, And sounds as if it should he writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet... | |
 | John Barrow - 1855 - 450 páginas
...day." And yet I like — " To see the sun set; sure he'll rise to-morrow, Not through a misty morning, nor be forced to borrow That sort of farthing candle-light which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers." Went to many of the noble marble palaces in Genoa, and of course to the ancient Palace... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 páginas
...A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himsclf ; that day will break a= her. [MANFRED takes some of the water into the paint of his hand, and caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1863 - 712 páginas
...man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with ail heaven t' himself; that day will break as Beautousas cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That sort of farthing...candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. 1 1 love the language, that soft hastanl latin, Which melts like kisses from a female... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1866 - 500 páginas
...ciel2.» That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. II 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 hreathe of the sweet south , And... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 páginas
...A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himself ; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where recking London's smoky caldron simmers. UV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 páginas
...A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow. But with all Heaven t' himself; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That...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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - 828 páginas
...to receive, and marble to retain.1 st. 34. Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. •a-3* That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. St. 44. Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. St.... | |
 | Francis William Bennett - 1869 - 476 páginas
...was beautiful. It was utterly impossible to resist her smile as she solicited you in what Byron calls "That soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth," — Beppo. to purchase a bunch of violets from her. If her countrymen only paid her as liberally as... | |
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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... 
