Vulgar words in Poets of the South (Page 1)
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Mr. Willis is not _quite_ an ass.
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... Father Homer, thee, Thee also I forgive thy sandy wastes Of prose and catalogue,[16] thy drear harangues That tease the patience of the centuries, Thy sleazy scrap of story,--but a rogue's Rape of a light-o'-love,[17]--too soiled a patch To broider with the gods.