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A Coward
By hardihood to rise and fear to strike,And fitly to rebuke his sins decrees,That, hide from others with what care he please,Night sha'n't be black..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Controversialist
I've sometimes wished that Ingersoll were wiseTo hold his tongue, nor rail against the skies;For when he's made a point some pious dunceLike Bartlett..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Commuted Sentence
Boruck and Waterman upon their grillsIn Hades lay, with many a sigh and groan,Hotly disputing, for each swore his ownWere clearly keener than the..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Cheating Preacher
Munhall, to save my soul you bravely try,Although, to save my soul, I can't say why.'Tis naught to you, to me however muchWhy, bless it! you might..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Challenge
A bull imprisoned in a stallBroke boldly the confining wall,And found himself, when out of bounds,Within a washerwoman's grounds.Where, hanging on a..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Celebrated Case
Way down in the Boom Belt lived Mrs. Roselle;A person named Petrie, he lived there as well;But Mr. Roselle he resided awaySing tooral iooral iooral..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Career In Letters
When Liberverm resigned the chairOf This or That in college, whereFor two decades he'd gorged his brainWith more than it could well contain,In order..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Caller
'Why, Goldenson, you're looking very well.'Said Death as, strolling through the County Jail,He entered that serene assassin's cellAnd hung his hat..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bulletin
'Lothario is very low,'So all the doctors tell.Nay, nay, not _so_-he will be, though,If ever he get well.
© Ambrose Bierce
A Builder
I saw the devil-he was working free:A customs-house he builded by the sea.'Why do you this?' The devil raised his head;'Churches and courts I've..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bubble
Mrs. Mehitable Marcia MooreWas a dame of superior mind,With a gown which, modestly fitting before,Was greatly puffed up behind.The bustle she wore..
© Ambrose Bierce
A 'Born Leader Of Men'
Tuckerton Tamerlane Morey MahoshIs a statesman of world-wide fame,With a notable knack at rhetorical boshTo glorify somebody's nameSomebody chosen by..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Black-List
'Resolved that we will post,' the tradesmen say,'All names of debtors who do never pay.''Whose shall be first?' inquires the ready scribe'Who are the..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bit Of Science
What! photograph in colors? 'Tis a dreamAnd he who dreams it is not overwise,If colors are vibration they but seem,And have no being. But if Tyndall..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bequest To Music
'Let music flourish!' So he said and died.Hark! ere he's gone the minstrelsy begins:The symphonies ascend, a swelling tide,Melodious thunders fill..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Ballad Of Pikeville
Down in Southern Arizona where the Gila monster thrives,And the 'Mescalero,' gifted with a hundred thousand lives,Every hour renounces one of them by..
© Ambrose Bierce
A Bad Night
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.VILLIAM _a Sen_NEEDLESON _a Sidniduc_SMILER _a Scheister_KI-YI _a Trader_GRIMGHAST _a Spader_SARALTHIA _a Love-lorn Nymph_NELLIBRAC..
© Ambrose Bierce
Australia's Men
THERE are some that go for love of a fightAnd some for love of a land,And some for a dream of the world set freeWhich they barely understand.A drearn..
© Dorothea Mackellar
An Old Song
The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.My flowers will never come to fruit, but I..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Waiting Life
Since it befell, with work and strifeI had not time to live my lifeI turned away from it untilWork should be done and strife be still.My hands and..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Burning Off
They're burning off at the Rampadells,The tawny flames uprise,With greedy licking around the trees;The fierce breath sears our eyes.From cores..
© Dorothea Mackellar
In A Southern Garden
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze,And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,And the creamy scented blossoms of the..
© Dorothea Mackellar
The Colours Of Light
This is not easy to understandFor you that come from a distant landWhere all thecolours are low in pitch -Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich,Where..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Colour
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,Unknowing, day by day,That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colourThat will not pass away..
© Dorothea Mackellar
Dawn
At the dawning of the day,On the road to Gunnedah,When the sky is pink and greyAs the wings of a wild galah,And the last night-shadow ebbsFrom the..
© Dorothea Mackellar