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Apology
For blows on the fort of evilThat never shows a breach,For terrible life-long racesTo a goal no foot can reach,For reckless leaps into darknessWith..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty
Squire Adam had two wives, they say,Two wives had he, for his delight,He kissed and clypt them all the dayAnd clypt and kissed them all the night.Now..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
As Winds That Blow Against A Star
(For Aline)Now by what whim of wanton chanceDo radiant eyes know sombre days?And feet that shod in light should danceWalk weary and laborious..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Houses
When you shall die and to the skySerenely, delicately go,Saint Peter, when he sees you there,Will clash his keys and say:'Now talk to her, Sir..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Memorial Day
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,But not of war it sings today.The road is rhythmic with the feetOf men-at-arms who come to pray.The rose blossoms..
© Alfred Joyce Kilmer
Yorick
Hard by an excavated street one satIn solitary session on the sand;And ever and anon he spake and spatAnd spake again-a yellow skull in hand,To which..
© Ambrose Bierce
Ye Idyll Of Ye Hippopopotamus
With a Methodist hymn in his musical throat,The Sun was emitting his ultimate note;His quivering larynx enwrinkled the seaLike an Ichthyosaurian..
© Ambrose Bierce
Y'E Foe To Cathaye
O never an oathe sweares he,And never a pig-taile jerkes;With a brick-batte he ne lurkesFor to buste y'e crust, perdie,Of y'e man from over..
© Ambrose Bierce
Woman In Politics
What, madam, run for School Director? You?And want my vote and influence? Well, well,That beats me! Gad! where _are_ we drifting to?In all my life I..
© Ambrose Bierce
With Mine Own Petard
Time was the local poets sang their songsBeneath their breath in terror of the thongsI snapped about their shins. Though mild the strokeBards, like..
© Ambrose Bierce
With A Book
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--Sense lacking.Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning,Save blacki
© Ambrose Bierce
Weather
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a..
© Ambrose Bierce
Visions Of Sin
KRASLAJORSK, SIBERIA, March 29.'My eyes are better, and I shall travel slowly toward home.'DANENHOWER.From the regions of the Night,Coming with..
© Ambrose Bierce
Vice Versa
Down in the state of Maine, the story goes,A woman, to secure a lapsing pension,Married a soldier-though the good Lord knowsThat very common act..
© Ambrose Bierce
Vanished At Cock-Crow
'I've found the secret of your charm,' I said,Expounding with complacency my guess.Alas! the charm, even as I named it, fled,For all its secret was..
© Ambrose Bierce
Unexpounded
On Evidence, on Deeds, on Bills,On Copyhold, on Loans, on Wills,Lawyers great books indite;The creaking of their busy quillsI've never heard on Right.
© Ambrose Bierce
Uncoloneled
Though war-signs fail in time of peace, they say,Two awful portents gloom the public mind:All Mexico is arming for the frayAnd Colonel Mark McDonald..
© Ambrose Bierce
Unarmed
Saint Peter sat at the jasper gate,When Stephen M. White arrived in state.'Admit me.' 'With pleasure,' Peter said,Pleased to observe that the man was..
© Ambrose Bierce
Two Statesmen
In that fair city by the inland sea,Where Blaine unhived his Presidential bee,Frank Pixley's meeting with George Gorham sing,Celestial muse, and what..
© Ambrose Bierce
Two Shows
The showman (blessing in a thousand shapes!)Parades a 'School of Educated Apes!'Small education's needed, I opine,Or native wit, to make a monkey..
© Ambrose Bierce
Two Rogues
Dim, grim, and silent as a ghost,The sentry occupied his post,To all the stirrings of the nightAlert of ear and sharp of sight.A sudden..
© Ambrose Bierce
Two Methods
To bucks and ewes by the Good Shepherd fedThe Priest delivers masses for the dead,And even from estrays outside the foldDeath for the masses he would..
© Ambrose Bierce
Twin Unworthies
Ye parasites that to the rich men stick,As to the fattest sheep the thrifty tickEd'ard to Stanford and to Crocker Ben(To Ben and Ed'ard many meaner..
© Ambrose Bierce
To-Day
I saw a man who knelt in prayer,And heard him say:'I'll lay my inmost spirit bareTo-day.'Lord, for to-morrow and its needI do not pray;Let me upon my..
© Ambrose Bierce
To The Happy Hunting Grounds
Wide windy reaches of high stubble field;A long gray road, bordered with dusty pines;A wagon moving in a 'cloud by day.'Two city sportsmen with a..
© Ambrose Bierce