...seen no more below." When he comes to Italy, the garden of the Muses, he writes in his own style ! " I love the language that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female month, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,...

...forc'd to borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft bastard...breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding alt so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting...

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...glimmers Where reeking London's smoky caldron simmers. XLIV. I love the language, that soft hastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, . And sounds as if it should he writ on satin, With syllahles which hreathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so...

...Italian. The sweet melody of this language, which Byron happily, but rather ludicrously, describes as -that soft bastard Latin Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, seems to have been intended by Nature to supply the deficiency in thought and in strength of mind,...

...architecture only, as the noble author of Childe Harold does of their language, when he calls it " that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from...With syllables which breathe of the sweet south." So of their architecture I adapt another quotation from the same illustrious bard, and you may see...

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