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To The Fool-Killer
Ah, welcome, welcome! Sit you down, old friend;Your pipe I'll serve, your bottle I'll attend.'Tis many a year since you and I have knownSociety more..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To The Bartholdi Statue
O Liberty, God-giftedYoung and immortal maidIn your high hand uplifted;The torch declares your trade.Its crimson menace, flamingUpon the sea and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To Oscar Wilde
Because from Folly's lips you gotSome babbled mandate to subdueThe realm of Common Sense, and youMade promise and considered notBecause you strike a..
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To One Detested
Sir, you're a veteran, revealedIn history and fableAs warrior since you took the field,Defeating Abel.As Commissary later (orIf not, in every..
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To One Across The Way
When at your window radiant you've stoodI've sometimes thought-forgive me if I've erredThat some slight thought of me perhaps has stirredYour heart..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To Nanine
Dear, if I never saw your face again;If all the music of your voice were muteAs that of a forlorn and broken lute;If only in my dreams I might..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To My Liars
Attend, mine enemies of all degrees,From sandlot orators and sandlot fleasTo fallen gentlemen and rising loutsWho babble slander at your drinking..
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To My Laundress
Saponacea, wert thou not so fairI'd curse thee for thy multitude of sinsFor sending home my clothes all full of pinsA shirt occasionally that's a..
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To Maude
Not as two errant spheres together grindWith monstrous ruin in the vast of space,Destruction born of that malign embrace,Their hapless peoples all to..
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To Her
O, Sinner A, to me unknownBe such a conscience as your own!To ease it you to Sinner BConfess the sins of Sinner C.
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To Either
Back further thanI know, in SanFrancisco dwelt a wealthy man.So rich was heThat none could beWise, good and great in like degree.'Tis true he..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To E.S. Salomon
What! Salomon! such words from you,Who call yourself a soldier? Well,The Southern brother where he fellSlept all your base oration through.Alike to..
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To 'Colonel' Dan. Burns
They say, my lord, that you're a Warwick. Well,The title's an absurd one, I believe:You make no kings, you have no kings to sell,Though really 'twere..
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To An Insolent Attorney
So, Hall McAllister, you'll not be warnedMy protest slighted, admonition scorned!To save your scoundrel client from a cellAs loth to swallow him as..
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To An Aspirant
What! you a Senator-you, Mike de Young?Still reeking of the gutter whence you sprung?Sir, if all Senators were such as you,Their hands so crimson and..
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To A Word-Warrior
Frank Pixley, you, who kiss the handThat strove to cut the country's throat,Cannot forgive the hands that smoteApplauding in a distant..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To A Summer Poet
Yes, the Summer girl is flirting on the beach,With a him.And the damboy is a-climbing for the peach,On the limb;Yes, the bullfrog is a-croakingAnd..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To A Stray Dog
Well, Towser (I'm thinking your name must be Towser),You're a decentish puppy as puppy dogs go,For you never, I'm sure, could have dined upon..
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To A Professional Eulogist
Newman, in you two parasites combine:As tapeworm and as graveworm too you shine.When on the virtues of the quick you've dwelt,The pride of residence..
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To A Dejected Poet
Thy gift, if that it be of God,Thou hast no warrant to appraise,Nor say: 'Here part, O Muse, our ways,The road too stony to be trod.'Not thine to..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To A Critic Of Tennyson
Affronting fool, subdue your transient light;When Wisdom's dull dares Folly to be bright:If Genius stumble in the path to fame,'Tis decency in dunces..
©  Ambrose Bierce
To A Censor
Delay responsible? Why, then; my friend,Impeach Delay and you will make an end.Thrust vile Delay in jail and let it rotFor doing all the things that..
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Tinker Dick
Good Parson Dickson preached, I'm told,A sermon-ah, 'twas very oldAnd very, very, bald!'Twas all about-I know not whatIt was about, nor what 'twas..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Tidings Of Good
Old Nick from his place of last resortCame up and looked the world over.He saw how the grass of the good was shortAnd the wicked lived in clover.And..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Three Kinds Of A Rogue
Sharon, ambitious of immortal shame,Fame's dead-wall daubed with his illustrious nameServed in the Senate, for our sins, his time,Each word a folly..
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