Lord Byron – Beppo part 2
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 should be writ on satin…
Eve of the land which still is Paradise!
Italian beauty! didst thou not inspire
Raphael, who died in thy embrace and,vies
With all we know of Heaven, or can desire..
