Vulgar words in Poems (1828) (Page 1)
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she spreads resistless day; And mark, the monster's cloud-wrapt fabric falls-- He shrinks--he trembles 'mid his inmost halls, And all his damn'd illusions melt away!
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if you damn me, you'll resemble those That flay'd the Traveller who had lost his clothes; Are there not foes enough to _do_ my books?