T.A.H. poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
YES, he was that, or that, as you prefer,- Did so and so, though, faith, it was n’t all; Lived like a fool, or a philosopher, And had whatever’s needful to a fall. As rough inflections on a planet merge In the true bend of the gigantic sphere, Nor mar the perfect circle […]
Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
WITH saintly grace and reverent tread She walked among the graves with me; Her every footfall seemed to be A benediction on the dead. The guardian spirit of the place She seemed, and I some ghost forlorn, Surprised by the untimely morn She made with her resplendent face. Moved by some waywardness of […]
Polyphemus poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Twas a sick young man with a face ungay And an eye that was all alone; And he shook his head in a hopeless way As he sat on a roadside stone. “O, ailing youth, what untoward fate Has made the sun to set On your mirth and eye?” “I’m constrained to state […]
Politics poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
That land full surely hastens to its end Where public sycophants in homage bend The populace to flatter, and repeat The doubled echoes of its loud conceit. Lowly their attitude but high their aim, They creep to eminence through paths of shame, Till, fixed securely in the seats of pow’r, The dupes they […]
On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Aeronaut, you’re fairly caught, Despite your bubble’s leaven: Out of the skies a lady’s eyes Have brought you down to Heaven! No more, no more you’ll freely soar Above the grass and gravel: Henceforth you’ll walk-and she will chalk The line that you’re to travel! Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, […]
Montefiore poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
I SAW-‘t was in a dream, the other night- A man whose hair with age was thin and white; One hundred years had bettered by his birth, And still his step was firm, his eye was bright. Before him and about him pressed a crowd. Each head in reverence was bared and bowed, […]
Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Be pleased, O Lord, to take a people’s thanks That Thine avenging sword has spared our ranks- That Thou hast parted from our lips the cup And forced our neighbors’ lips to drink it up. Father of Mercies, with a heart contrite We thank Thee that Thou goest south to smite, And sparest […]
Matter For Gratitude poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Be pleased, O Lord, to take a people’s thanks That Thine avenging sword has spared our ranks- That Thou hast parted from our lips the cup And forced our neighbors’ lips to drink it up. Father of Mercies, with a heart contrite We thank Thee that Thou goest south to smite, And sparest […]
Invocation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Goddess of Liberty! O thou Whose tearless eyes behold the chain, And look unmoved upon the slain, Eternal peace upon thy brow,- Before thy shrine the races press, Thy perfect favor to implore- The proudest tyrant asks no more, The ironed anarchist no less. Thine altar-coals that touch the lips Of prophets kindle, […]
In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
You may say if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls Are crazy to marry your dukes and your earls; But I’ve heard that the maids of your own little isle Greet bachelor lords with a favoring smile. Nay, titles, ’tis said in defense of our fair, Are popular here because popular there; […]
Geotheos poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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, The sunshine is gilding the glade And lifting the lark out of shade. Sing therefore high praises, and therefore Sing songs that are ancient as […]
Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Of life’s elixir I had writ, when sleep (Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!) Settled upon my senses with so deep A stupefaction that men thought me dead. The centuries stole by with noiseless tread, Like spectres in the twilight of my dream; I saw mankind in dim procession sweep […]
Elixer Vitæ poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Of life’s elixir I had writ, when sleep (Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!) Settled upon my senses with so deep A stupefaction that men thought me dead. The centuries stole by with noiseless tread, Like spectres in the twilight of my dream; I saw mankind in dim procession sweep […]
Egotist poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Megaceph, chosen to serve the State In the halls of legislative debate, One day with his credentials came To the capitol’s door and announced his name. The doorkeeper looked, with a comical twist Of the face, at the eminent egotist, And said: “Go away, for we settle here All manner of questions, knotty […]
In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
You may say if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls Are crazy to marry your dukes and your earls; But I’ve heard that the maids of your own little isle Greet bachelor lords with a favoring smile. Nay, titles, ’tis said in defense of our fair, Are popular here because popular there; […]
Creation poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
GOD dreamed-the suns sprang flaming into place, And sailing worlds with many a venturous race. He woke-His smile alone illumined space. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based on themes of death and […]
Convalescent poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
What! “Out of danger?” Can the slighted Dame Or canting Pharisee no more defame? Will Treachery caress my hand no more, Nor Hatred lie alurk about my door?- Ingratitude, with benefits dismissed, Not understanding what ’tis all about, Will Envy henceforth not retaliate For virtues it were vain to emulate? Will Ignorance my […]
The Confederate Flags poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Tut-tut! give back the flags – how can you care, You veterans and heroes? Why should you at a kind intention swear Like twenty Neros? Suppose the act was not so overwise – Suppose it was illegal; Is’t well on such a question to arise And punch the Eagle? Nay, let’s economize his […]
At The Close Of The Canvass poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
‘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 He lifted up his jodel to the following effect: “O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles! O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay! […]
Christian poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo! The godly multitudes walked to and fro Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad, With pious mien, appropriately sad, While all the church bells made a solemn din — A fire-alarm to those who lived in sin. Then saw I gazing thoughtfully below, With tranquil […]
The Bride poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
“YOU know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house,- Divorced old barren Reason from my bed And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.” So sang the Lord of Poets. In a gleam Of light that made her like an angel seem, The Daughter of […]
At The Close Of The Canvass poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
‘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 He lifted up his jodel to the following effect: “O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles! O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay! […]
A Wreath Of Immortelles poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried To push from power, here is laid aside. Death only from the bench could ever start The sluggish load of his immortal part. ____ For those this mausoleum is erected Who Stanford to the Upper House elected. Their luck is less or their promotion slower, […]
With a Book poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning– Sense lacking. Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning, Save blacking. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based on themes of death and horror. His life ended in an unsolved […]
Weather poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be– Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth, With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth. While I looked he reared him solemnly, that […]
To the Bartholdi Statue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
O Liberty, God-gifted– Young and immortal maid– In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, flaming Upon the sea and shore, Is, trumpet-like, proclaiming That Law shall be no more. Austere incendiary, We’re blinking in the light; Where is your customary Grenade of dynamite? Where are your staves and […]
The Statesmen poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue When troubles rise. Behold them mounting every stump, By speech our liberty to guard. Observe their courage–see them jump, And come down hard! ‘Walk up, walk up!’ each cries aloud, ‘And learn from me […]
Safety-Clutch poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin’ All the place where he had fell. And I says, apostrophisin’ That uncommon woful wreck: “Your position’s so surprisin’ That I tremble for your neck!” Then that ruin, smilin’ sadly And impressive, up and spoke: “Well, I wouldn’t tremble badly, […]
Rimer poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires, The sound surceases and the sense expires. Then the domestic dog, to east and west, Expounds the passions burning in his breast. The rising moon o’er that enchanted land Pauses to hear and yearns to understand. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, […]
Piety poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The pig is taught by sermons and epistles To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based on themes of death and horror. His life ended […]
Ambrose Bierce – Ambrose Bierce Poems | Poems and Poetry
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Freedom poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. She screams whenever monarchs meet, And parliaments as well, To bind the chains about her feet And toll her knell. And when the sovereign people cast The votes they cannot spell, Upon the pestilential […]
Elegy poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; The loafing herd winds slowly o’er the lea; The wise man homewards plods; I only stay To fiddle-faddle in a minor key. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic […]
Decalogue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Thou shalt no God but me adore: ‘Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger Ingersoll to break. Take not God’s name in vain: select A time when it will have effect. Work not on Sabbath days at all, But go to see the teams play ball. Honor thy […]
An Inion poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
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 unjust. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short […]
Alone poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
In contact, lo! the flint and steel, By sharp and flame, the thought reveal That he the metal, she the stone, Had cherished secretly alone. Booley Fito. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based […]
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Go—you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There’s such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay. Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure Monarchs are too poor to buy. […]
Yes, ’tis the pulse of life! my fears were vain!
Yes, ’tis the pulse of life! my fears were vain! I wake, I breathe, and am myself again. Still in this nether world; no seraph yet! Nor walks my spirit, when the sun is set, With troubled step to haunt the fatal board, Where I died last—by poison or the sword; Blanching each honest cheek […]
Sonnet to Italy by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
For thee, Ansonia! Nature’s bounteous hand, Luxuriant spreads around her blooming stores; Profusion laughs o’er all the glowing land, And softest breezes from thy myrtle-shores. Yet though for thee, unclouded suns diffuse Their genial radiance o’er thy blushing plains; Though in thy fragrant groves the sportive muse Delights to pour her wild, enchanted strains; Though […]
Ode to Superstition
[lwptoc] ODE TO SUPERSTITION.[1] I. 1. Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence! Thy chain of adamant can bind That little world, the human mind, And sink its noblest powers to impotence. Wake the lion’s loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine; Meek is his […]