...sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where recking London's smoky caldron simmers. "I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...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...

...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...

...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...

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...Byron as a Satirist in Verse. and the Italian language, " that soft bastard Latin," so different from " Our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which...we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all." Characteristic too, down to the looseness of grammar, are the lines on satire: — " I fear I have...

...as a Satirist in Verse. S and the Italian language, " that soft bastard Latin," so different from " Our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and sp1t, and sputter all." Characteristic too, down to the looseness of grammar, are the lines on satire:...

...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...

...no looking at a building here after seeing Italy. Fanny Burney (1752-1840) English author I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...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...

...sexualized: talk is desire. Byron underscores the connection in writing of Italy in Beppo: I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like...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...

...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...