...Moore, Venice, March 25, 1S17. • Ibid. iv. 279 ; Letter to Murray, Ravenna, Feb. 7, 1820. I lore 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 breathe of the sweet South, And...

...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. .». 44. Heart on her lips; and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. St....

...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....

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

...has told us so in some of his letters which remain. He was accomplished in Italian, for, said he, I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which...uncouth. Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting gutteral, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and splutter all. - - _. ^4 him one tribute as an...

...remain. He was accomplished in Italian, for, said he, I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, I Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, / And...uncouth. Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting gutteral, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and splutter all. But before we look at Byron as a...

...life are 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...

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

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