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A Soaring Toad
So, Governor, you would not serve againAlthough we’d all agree to pay you double.You find it all is vanity and painOne clump of clover in a field of..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Silurian Holiday
'Tis Master Fitch, the editor;He takes an holiday.Now wherefore, venerable sir,So resolutely gay?He lifts his head, he laughs aloud,Odzounds! 'tis..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Serenade
'Sas agapo sas agapo,'He sang beneath her lattice.''Sas agapo'?' she murmured-'O,I wonder, now, what _that_ is!'Was she less fair that she did bearSo..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A 'scion Of Nobility'
Come, sisters, weep!-our Baron dear,Alas! has run away.If always we had kept him hereHe had not gone astray.Painter and grainer it were vainTo say he..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Retort
As vicious women think all men are knaves,And shrew-bound gentlemen discourse of slaves;As reeling drunkards judge the world unsteadyAnd idlers swear..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Reply To A Letter
O nonsense, parson-tell me not they thriveAnd jubilate who follow your dictation.The good are the unhappiest lot aliveI know they are from careful..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Rendezvous
Nightly I put up this humble petition:'Forgive me, O Father of Glories,My sins of commission, my sins of omission,My sins of the Mission Dolores.'
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Rear Elevation
Once Moses (in Scripture the story is told)Entreated the favor God's face to behold.Compassion divine the petition deniedLest vision be blasted and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Railroad Lackey
Ben Truman, you're a genius and can write,Though one would not suspect it from your looks.You lack that certain spareness which is quiteDistinctive..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Question Of Eligibility
It was a bruised and battered chapThe victim of some dire mishap,Who sat upon a rock and spentHis breath in this ungay lament: 'Some wars-I’ve..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Promised Fast Train
I turned my eyes upon the Future's scrollAnd saw its pictured prophecies unroll.I saw that magical life-laden trainFlash its long glories o'er..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Prayer [sweet Spirit Of Cesspool, Hear A Mother's Prayer]
Sweet Spirit of Cesspool, hear a mother's prayer:Her terrors pacify and offspring spare!Upon Silurians alone let fall(And God in Heaven have mercy on..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Possibility
If the wicked gods were willing(Pray it never may be true!)That a universal chillingShould ensueOf the sentiment of loving,If they made a great..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Political Violet
Come, Stanford, let us sit at easeAnd talk as old friends do.You talk of anything you please,And I will talk of you.You recently have said, I..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Political Apostate
Good friend, it is with deep regret I noteThe latest, strangest turning of your coat;Though any way you wear that mental cloutThe seamy side seems..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Poet's Hope
‘Twas a weary-looking mortal, and he wandered near the portalOf the melancholy City of the Discontented Dead.He was pale and worn exceeding and his..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Poet's Father
Welcker, I'm told, can boast a father greatAnd honored in the service of the State.Public Instruction all his mind employsHe guides its methods and..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Pickbrain
What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that youWith agony and difficulty doWhat I do easily-what then? You've gotA style I heartily wish _I_ had not.If I..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Patter Song
There was a cranky GovernorHis name it wasn't Waterman.For office he was hotter thanThe love of any lover, norWas Boruck's threat of aiding..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Partisan's Protest
O statesmen, what would you be at,With torches, flags and bands?You make me first throw up my hat,And then my hands.
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Paradox
'If life were not worth having,' said the preacher,''T would have in suicide one pleasant feature.''An error,' said the pessimist, 'you're..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Nightmare
I dreamed that I was dead. The years went by:The world forgot that such a man as IHad ever lived and written: other namesWere hailed with homage, in..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A 'Mute Inglorious Milton'
'O, I'm the Unaverage Man,But you never have heard of me,For my brother, the Average Man, outranMy fame with rapiditee,And I'm sunk in Oblivion's..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Morning Fancy
I drifted (or I seemed to) in a boatUpon the surface of a shoreless seaWhereon no ship nor anything did float,Save only the frail bark supporting..
©  Ambrose Bierce
A Military Incident
Dawn heralded the coming sunFort Douglas was computingThe minutes-and the sunrise gunWas manned for his saluting.The gunner at that firearm stood,The..
©  Ambrose Bierce