Ambrose Bierce Poems

Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--
Sense lacking.
Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning,
Save blacking.
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I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!
The godly multitudes walked to and fro
Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,
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The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles.
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GOD dreamed—the suns sprang flaming into place,
And sailing worlds with many a venturous race.
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'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,
All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;
And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warning
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Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried
To push from power, here is laid aside.
Death only from the bench could ever start
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As sweet as the look of a lover
Saluting the eyes of a maid
That blossom to blue as the maid
Is ablush to the glances above her,
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A bull imprisoned in a stall
Broke boldly the confining wall,
And found himself, when out of bounds,
Within a washerwoman's grounds.
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The Swan of Avon died-the Swan
Of Sacramento'll soon be gone;
And when his death-song he shall coo,
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As Death was a-riding out one day,
Across Mount Carmel he took his way,
Where he met a mendicant monk,
Some three or four quarters drunk,
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