Total

The Rich Testator
He lay on his bed and solemnly 'signed,'Gasping-perhaps 'twas a jest he meant:'This of a sound and disposing mindIs the last ill-will and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Retrospective Bird
His caw is a cackle, his eye is dim,And he mopes all day on the lowest limb;Not a word says he, but he snaps his billAnd twitches his palsied head..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Pun
Hail, peerless Pun! thou last and best,Most rare and excellent bequestOf dying idiot to the witHe died of, rat-like, in a pit!Thyself disguised, in..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Psoriad
The King of Scotland, years and years ago,Convened his courtiers in a gallant rowAnd thus addressed them:'Gentle sirs, from youAbundant counsel I..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Politician
'Let Glory's sons manipulateThe tiller of the Ship of State.Be mine the humble, useful toilTo work the tiller of the soil.'
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Piute
Unbeautiful is the Piute!Howe'er bedecked with bravery,His person is unsavoryOf soap he's destitute.He multiplies upon the earthIn spite of all..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Perverted Village After Goldsmith
Sweet Auburn! liveliest village of the plain,Where Health and Slander welcome every train,Whence smiling innocence, its tribute paid,Retires in..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Passing Show
II know not if it was a dream. I viewedA city where the restless multitude,Between the eastern and the western deepHad reared gigantic fabrics..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Passing Of 'Boss' Shepherd
The sullen church-bell's intermittent moan,The dirge's melancholy monotone,The measured march, the drooping flags, attestA great man's progress to..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Opposing Sex
The Widows of AshurAre loud in their wailing:'No longer the 'masher'Sees Widows of Ashur!'So each is a lasherOf Man's smallest failing.The Widows of..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Oleomargarine Man
Once-in the county of Marin,Where milk is sold to purchase ginRenowned for butter and renownedFor fourteen ounces to the poundA bull stood watching..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Oakland Dog
I lay one happy night in bedAnd dreamed that all the dogs were dead.They'd all been taken out and shotTheir bodies strewed each vacant lot.O'er all..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Night Of Election
'O venerable patriot, I prayStand not here coatless; at the break of dayWe'll know the grand result-and even nowThe eastern sky is faintly touched..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The New 'Ulalume'
The skies they were ashen and sober,The leaves they were crisped and sere,' ' ' withering ' 'It was night in the lonesome OctoberOf my most..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The New Enoch
Enoch Arden was an ableSeaman; hear of his mishapNot in wild mendacious fable,As 't was told by t' other chap;For I hold it is a youthfulIndiscretion..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The New Decalogue
Have but one God: thy knees were sore  If bent in prayer to three or four.  Adore no images save those  The coinage of thy country shows.  Take not..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Naval Constructor
He looked upon the ships as theyAll idly lay at anchor,Their sides with gorgeous workmen gayThe riveter and plankerRepublicans and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The National Guardsman
I'm a gorgeous golden heroAnd my trade is taking life.Hear the twittle-twittle-tweeroOf my sibillating fifeAnd the rub-a-dub-a-dumOf my big bass..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Mummery
THE TWO CAVEESDRAMATIS PERSONAE.FITCH _a Pelter of Railrogues_PICKERING _his Partner, an Enemy to Sin_OLD NICK _a General Blackwasher_DEAD CAT _a..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Militiaman
'O warrior with the burnished armsWith bullion cord and tasselPray tell me of the lurid charmsOf service and the fierce alarms:The storming of the..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Man Born Blind
A man born blind received his sightBy a painful operation;And these are things he saw in the lightOf an infant observation.He saw a merchant, good..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Mad Philosopher
The flabby wine-skin of his brainYields to some pathologic strain,And voids from its unstored abysmThe driblet of an aphorism.
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Mackaiad
Mackay's hot wrath to Bonynge, direful springOf blows unnumbered, heavenly goddess, singThat wrath which hurled to Hellman's office floorTwo heroes..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Lost Colonel
''Tis a woeful yarn,' said the sailor man boldWho had sailed the northern-lakes'No woefuler one has ever been toldExceptin' them called 'fakes.'''Go..
©  Ambrose Bierce
The Lord's Prayer On A Coin
Upon this quarter-eagle's leveled face,The Lord's Prayer, legibly inscribed, I trace.'Our Father which'-the pronoun there is funny,And shows the..
©  Ambrose Bierce