Vulgar words in The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 12, October, 1858 (Page 1)
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My deepest shame, in this unutterably shameful hour, is that I chose such a cowardly ass to besot myself with.--There, the subject sickens me, and I am going.
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If we suppose him to be making love, we cannot look upon him as very deeply enamored, but rather as highly delighted with his spouse, and overflowing with rapturous admiration.
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A flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove; Some were warbling cheerily, and some were making love: There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winterseeble, Conquedle,-- A livelier set was never led by tabor, pipe, or fiddle,-- Crying, "Phew, shew, Wadolincon, see, see, Bobolincon, Down among the tickletops, hiding in the buttercups!