 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 halaman
...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 halaman
...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. "I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts... | |
 | St. John Harley - 1876 - 282 halaman
...e senza alcun sospetto Per piu fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci '1 viso." " That soft bastard Latin, which melts like kisses from a female mouth," is the language of love ; soft and flowing, it harmonizes with the emotions. " Translate that," said... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 302 halaman
...as A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all heaven to himself; the day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That...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... | |
 | 1877 - 302 halaman
...eye in mandlin sorrow, But with all heaven to himself; the day will break as Beanteous as clondless, nor be forced to 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 290 halaman
...A drunkm man's dead eye in maudliu sorrow, But vrith all Heaven t' himself; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That...glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLTV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 800 halaman
...A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow. But with all Heaven t' himself; that day will break as e spoils. Oh ! if he knew the weight of splendid chains, How light the balance London'ssmokycaldronsimmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 338 halaman
...maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himself ; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, not be forced to 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 342 halaman
...maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himself ; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, not be forced to 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 326 halaman
...maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t'himself ; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, not be forced to 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... | |
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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... 
