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Down Among The Dead Men
Within my dark and narrow bedI rested well, new-laid:I heard above my fleshless headThe grinding of a spade.A gruffer note ensued and grewTo harsh..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Discretion
SHE:I'm told that men have sometimes gotToo confidential, andHave said to one another whatThey-well, you understand.I hope I don't offend you..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Disappointment
The Senate woke; the Chairman's snoreWas stilled, its echoes balking;The startled members dreamed no more,For Steele, who long had held the floor,Had..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Dies Irae
Dies irae! dies ilia!Solvet saeclum in favillaTeste David cum Sibylla.Quantus tremor est futurus,Quando Judex est venturus.Cuncta stricte..
©  Ambrose Bierce
'Died Of A Rose'
A reporter he was, and he wrote, wrote he:'The grave was covered as thick as could beWith floral tributes'-which reading,The editor man he said, he..
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Diagnosis
Cried Allen Forman: 'Doctor, prayCompose my spirits' strife:O what may be my chances, say,Of living all my life?'For lately I have dreamed of highAnd..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Detected
In Congress once great Mowther shone,Debating weighty matters;Now into an asylum thrown,He vacuously chatters.If in that legislative hallHis wisdom..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Dennis Kearney
Your influence, my friend, has gathered headTo east and west its tides encroaching spread.There'll be, on all God's foot-stool, when they meet,No..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Democracy
Let slaves and subjects with unvaried psalmsBefore their sovereign execute salaams;The freeman scorns one idol to adoreTom, Dick and Harry and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Decalogue
Thou shalt no God but me adore:'Twere too expensive to have more.No images nor idols makeFor Roger Ingersoll to break.Take not God's name in vain:..
©  Ambrose Bierce
De Young-A Prophecy
Running for Senator with clumsy pace,He stooped so low, to win at least a place,That Fortune, tempted by a mark so droll,Sprang in an kicked him to..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Creation
God dreamed-the suns sprang flaming into place,And sailing worlds with many a venturous race!He woke-His smile alone illumined space.
©  Ambrose Bierce
Couplets
I am for Cutting. I'm a bladeDesigned for use at dress parade.My gleaming length, when I displayPeace rules the land with gentle sway;But when the..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Corrected News
'T was a maiden lady (the newspapers say)Pious and prim and a bit gone-gray.She slept like an angel, holy and white,Till ten o' the clock in the..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Cooperation
No more the swindler singly seeks his prey;To hunt in couples is the modern wayA rascal, from the public to purloin,An honest man to hide away the..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Convalescent [what! 'Out Of Danger?' Can The Slighted Dame]
What! 'Out of danger?' Can the slighted DameOr canting Pharisee no more defame?Will Treachery caress my hand no more,Nor Hatred He alurk about my..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Convalescent ['By Good Men's Prayers See Grant Restored!']
'By good men's prayers see Grant restored!'Shouts Talmage, pious creature!Yes, God, by supplication boredFrom every droning preacher,Exclaimed: 'So..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Convalescent
What! 'Out of danger?' Can the slighted DameOr canting Pharisee no more defame?Will Treachery caress my hand no more,Nor Hatred lie alurk about my..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Contentment
Sleep fell upon my senses and I dreamedLong years had circled since my life had fled.The world was different, and all things seemedRemote and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Contemplation
I muse upon the distant townIn many a dreamy mood.Above my head the sunbeams crownThe graveyard's giant rood.The lupin blooms among the tombs.The..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Constancy
Dull were the days and sober,The mountains were brown and bare,For the season was sad OctoberAnd a dirge was in the air.The mated starlings flew..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Consolation
Little's the good to sit and grieveBecause the serpent tempted Eve.Better to wipe your eyes and takeA club and go out and kill a snake.What do you..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Codex Honoris
Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, he swore:'Dat Solomon Martin-I'll haf his gore!'Solomon Martin, of Oakland, he said:'Of Shacob Shacobs der bleed I vill..
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Christian
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!The godly multitudes walked to and froBeneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,With pious mien, appropriately..
©  Ambrose Bierce
Charles And Peter
Ere Gabriel's note to silence diedAll graves of men were gaping wide.Then Charles A. Dana, of 'The Sun,'Rose slowly from the deepest one.'The dead in..
©  Ambrose Bierce