Vulgar words in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 56, No. 345, July, 1844 (Page 1)

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bastard x 1
blockhead x 2
buffoon x 1
damn x 1
hussy x 1
            
jackass x 1
make love x 1
whore x 2
            

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It is also always conciliative to congratulate him on the possession of such and such rare and "_belle cose;_" and if you thus contrive to get into his good graces, he will deal with you at _fair prices_, and perhaps amuse you with an account of such tricks as he is not ashamed to have practised on _blockheads_, who will buy at any cost if the die is fine.

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Not so ill fought for a bastard!'"

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And I promise you that, at this moment, if there be pillows sleepless yonder in the camp for the sake of the costly fragile toys called womankind, those jackasses of lovelorn lads have cause to regret the sojourn of Queen Margaret in Belgium, only as having brought forth from their castles in the Ardennes or the froggeries of the Low Country, the indigenous divinities that I would were at this moment at the bottom of their muddy moats, or of the Sambre flowing under yonder window!"

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No small mind had I to rush in and chuck the hussy into the torrent before me, when I heard the little fiend burst forth into the most genuine and enthusiastic praises of the royal giver of the feast,--'So young, so handsome, so affable, so courteous, so passing the kingliness of kings.'

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"True," replied I; "making love--and not a step further advanced than the first."

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The measure of her sins is full, The scarlet-vested whore!

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I swear it, saith the Lord: Mine elect warrior girds the sword-- A nameless man, a miner's son, Shall tame thy pride, thou haughty one, And pale the painted whore!

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Thou sounding trifler, cease to rave, Loudly to damn, and loudly save, And sweep with mimic thunders' swell Armies of honest souls to hell!

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Swanhilda for a while kept herself quiet; but as the luminous antic ceased not practising his harlequinade, she peevishly exclaimed--'What buffoon is carrying on his fooleries here?

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"'How come you to forget water, blockhead?' she exclaimed; 'get some quickly, and then--Breakfast!'

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