Vulgar words in Ponteach - The Savages of America (Page 1)
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A damn'd tough Hide, or my Knife's devilish dull-- [_Takes the other scalp._ Now let them sleep to-night without their Caps, And pleasant Dreams attend their long Repose.
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What shall we do with these damn'd bawling Indians?
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The more you give Attention to their Murmurs, The more they'll plague and haunt you every Day, Besides, their old King Ponteach grows damn'd saucy, Talks of his Power, and threatens what he'll do.
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how he swore he lov'd, Call'd on his God and Stars to witness for him, Wish'd he might die, be blown to Hell and damn'd, If ever he lov'd woman so before: Call'd me his Princess, Charmer, Angel, Goddess, Swore nothing else was ever half so pretty, So dear, so sweet, so much to please his Taste, He kiss'd, he squeez'd, and press'd me to his Bosom, Vow'd nothing could abate his ardent Passion, Swore he should die, should drown, or hang himself, Could not exist if I denied his Suit, And said a thousand Things I cannot Name: My simple Heart, made soft by so much Heat, Half gave Consent, meaning to be his Bride.
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then he curs'd, and swore, and damn'd, and sunk, Call'd me proud Bitch, pray'd Heav'n to blast my Soul, Wish'd Furies, Hell, and Devils had my Body, To say no more; bid me begone in Haste Without the smallest Mark of his Affection.
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There's not a Hell more painful than my Bosom, Nor Torments for the Damn'd more keenly pointed.