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Arbor Day
Hasten, children, black and whiteCelebrate the yearly rite.Every pupil plant a tree:It will grow some day to beBig and strong enough to bearA School..
© Ambrose Bierce
Another Way
I lay in silence, dead. A woman cameAnd laid a rose upon my breast, and said,'May God be merciful.' She spoke my name,And added, 'It is strange to..
© Ambrose Bierce
Another Plan
Editor Owen, of San Jose,Commonly known as 'our friend J.J.'Weary of scribbling for daily bread,Weary of writing what nobody read,Slept one day at..
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An Unmerry Christmas
Christmas, you tell me, comes but once a year.One place it never comes, and that is here.Here, in these pages no good wishes spring,No well-worn..
© Ambrose Bierce
An Undress Uniform
The apparel does _not_ proclaim the manPolonius lied like a partisan,And Salomon still would a hero seemIf (Heaven dispel the impossible dream!)He..
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An Offer Of Marriage
Once I 'dipt into the future far as human eye could see,'And saw-it was not Sandow, nor John Sullivan, but sheThe Emancipated Woman, who was weeping..
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An Obituarian
Death-poet Pickering sat at his desk,Wrapped in appropriate gloom;His posture was pensive and picturesque,Like a raven charming a tomb.Enter a party..
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An Interpretation
Now Lonergan appears upon the boards,And Truth and Error sheathe their lingual swords.No more in wordy warfare to engage,The commentators bow before..
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An Inscription (For A Statue Of Napoleon, At West Point)
A famous conqueror, in battle brave,Who robbed the cradle to supply the grave.His reign laid quantities of human dust:He fell upon the just and the..
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An Inscription (For A Proposed Monument In Washington)
Erected to 'Boss' Shepherd by the dearGood folk he lived and moved among in peaceGuarded on either hand by the police,With soldiers in his front and..
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An Inscription
A conqueror as provident as brave,He robbed the cradle to supply the grave.His reign laid quantities of human dust:He fell upon the just and the..
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An Imposter
Must you, Carnegie, evermore explainYour worth, and all the reasons give againWhy black and red are similarly white,And you and God identically..
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An Idler
Who told Creed Haymond he was witty?-whoHad nothing better in this world to do?Could no greased pig's appeal to his embraceKindle his ardor for the..
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An Explanation
'I never yet exactly could determineJust how it is that the judicial ermineIs kept so safely from predacious vermin.''It is not so, my friend: though..
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An Exile
'Tis the census enumeratorA-singing all forlorn:It's ho! for the tall potater,And ho! for the clustered corn.The whiffle-tree bends in the breeze and..
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An 'Exhibit'
Goldenson hanged! Well, Heaven forbidThat I should smile above him:Though truth to tell, I never didExactly love him.It can't be wrong, though, to..
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An Example
They were two deaf mutes, and they loved and theyResolved to be groom and bride;And they listened to nothing that any could say,Nor ever a word..
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An Epitaph [here Lies Greer Harrison, A Well Cracked Louse]
Here lies Greer Harrison, a well cracked louseSo small a tenant of so big a house!He joyed in fighting with his eyes (his fistPrudently pendent from..
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An Epitaph [hangman's Hands Laid In This Tomb An]
Hangman's hands laid in this tomb anImp of Satan's getting, whom anAncient legend says that womanNever bore-he owed his birthTo Sin herself. From..
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An Enemy To Law And Order
A is defrauded of his land by B,Who's driven from the premises by C.D buys the place with coin of plundered E.'That A's an Anarchist!' says F to G.
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An Average
I ne'er could be entirely fondOf any maiden who's a blonde,And no brunette that e'er I sawHad charms my heart's wholewarmth to draw.Yet sure no girl..
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An Augury
Upon my desk a single spray,With starry blossoms fraught.I write in many an idle way,Thinking one serious thought.'O flowers, a fine Greek name ye..
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An Art Critic
Ira P. Rankin, you've a nasal nameI'll sound it through 'the speaking-trump of fame,'And wondering nations, hearing from afarThe brazen twang of its..
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An Apologue
A traveler observed one dayA loaded fruit-tree by the way.And reining in his horse exclaimed:'The man is greatly to be blamedWho, careless of good..
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An Anarchist
False to his art and to the high commandGod laid upon him, Markham's rebel handBeats all in vain the harp he touched before:It yields a jingle and it..
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