Showing posts with label George Gordon Noel Byron. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Gordon Noel Byron. Show all posts

4/10/07

#46 My Tree--Aprilus Fagus sylvatica


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
With syllables which breathe of the sweet South.
- George Gordon Noel Byron