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France
Unhappy State! with horrors still to strive:Thy Hugo dead, thy Boulanger alive;A Prince who'd govern where he dares not dwell,And who for power would..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Four Of A Kind
ROBERT F. MORROWDear man! although a stranger and a foeTo soft affection's humanizing glow;Although untaught how manly hearts may throbWith more..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Four Candidates For Senator
To flatter your way to the goad of your hope,O plausible Mr. Perkins,You'll need ten tons of the softest soapAnd butter a thousand firkins.The soap..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Foundations Of The State
Observe, dear Lord, what lively pranksAre played by sentimental cranks!First this one mounts his hinder hoofsAnd brays the chimneys off the..
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Foresight
An 'actors' cemetery'! SureThe devil never tiresOf planning places to procureThe sticks to feed his fires.
©  Ambrose Bierce
For Wounds
O bear me, gods, to some enchanted isleWhere woman's tears can antidote her smile.
©  Ambrose Bierce
For Tat
O, heavenly powers! will wonders never cease?Hair upon dogs and feathers upon geese!The boys in mischief and the pigs in mire!The drinking water wet!..
©  Ambrose Bierce
For President, Leland Stanford
Mahomet Stanford, with covetous stare,Gazed on a vision surpassingly fair:Far on the desert's remote extremeA mountain of gold with a mellow..
©  Ambrose Bierce
For Merit
To Parmentier Parisians raiseA statue fine and large:He cooked potatoes fifty ways,Nor ever led a charge.'_Palmam qui meruit'_-the restYou knew as..
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For Mayor
O Abner Doble-whose 'catarrhal name'Budd of that ilk might envy-'tis a roughRude thing to say, but it is plain enoughYour name is to be sneezed at:..
©  Ambrose Bierce
For A Certain Critic
Let lowly themes engage my humble penStupidities of critics, not of men.Be it mine once more the maunderings to traceOf the expounders' self-directed..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Fleet Strother
What! you were born, you animated doll,Within the shadow of the Capitol?'Twas always thought (and Bancroft so assuresHis trusting readers) it was..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Finis Aeternitatis
Strolling at sunset in my native land,With fruits and flowers thick on either hand,I crossed a Shadow flung athwart my way,Emerging on a waste of..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Fate
Alas, alas, for the tourist's guide!He turned from the beaten trail aside,Wandered bewildered, lay down and died.O grim is the Irony of Fate:It..
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Famine's Realm
To him in whom the love of Nature hasImperfectly supplanted the desireAnd dread necessity of food, your shore,Fair Oakland, is a terror. Over allYour..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Fame [one Thousand Years I Slept Beneath The Sod]
One thousand years I slept beneath the sod,My sleep in 1901 beginning,Then, by the action of some scurvy godWho happened then to recollect my..
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Fame [he Held A Book In His Knotty Paws]
He held a book in his knotty paws,And its title grand read he:'The Chronicles of the Kings' it was,By the History Companee.'I'm a monarch,' he..
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Fallen
O, hadst thou died when thou wert great,When at thy feet a nation kneltTo sob the gratitude it feltAnd thank the Saviour of the State,Gods might have..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Expositor Veritatis
I Slept, and, waking in the years to be,Heard voices, and approaching whence they came,Listened indifferently where a keyHad lately been removed. An..
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Exoneration
When men at candidacy don't connive,From that suspicion if their friends would free 'em,The teeth and nails with which they did not striveShould be..
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Emancipation
Behold! the days of miracle at lastReturn-if ever they were truly past:From sinful creditors' unholy greedThe church called Calvary at last is..
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Elixer Vitæ
Of life's elixir I had writ, when sleep(Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!)Settled upon my senses with so deepA stupefaction that men..
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Elegy
The cur foretells the knell of parting day;The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;The wise man homewards plods; I only stayTo fiddle-faddle in a..
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Election Day
Despots effete upon tottering thronesUnsteadily poised upon dead men's bones,Walk up! walk up! the circus is free,And this wonderful spectacle you..
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Egotist
Megaceph, chosen to serve the StateIn the halls of legislative debate,One day with his credentials cameTo the capitol's door and announced his..
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