Lord Byron – Childe Harold

With all its sinful doings, I must say, That Italy’s a pleasant place to me, Who love to see the sun shine every day, And vines (not nail’d to walls) from tree to tree… I love the language. that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it [...]

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Of all the places where the Carnival Was most fecetious in the days of yore,… Venice the bell from every city bore… They’ve pretty faces yet, those same Venetians, Black eyes, arch’d brows, and sweet expressions still, Such as of old were copied from the Grecians,… And like so many Venuses of Titian’s… Her husband [...]

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