The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce ...: Black beetles in amber. The Mummery. On stone1911 |
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Términos y frases comunes
angel awful AZRAEL Behold beneath blessed blood Bone Mountain Bonynge brain brave breast breath Broken Hopes cried crime curse damn dead death DENNIS KEARNEY dread dream e'er earth ESTEE eternal eyes fair fame FEEGOBBLE feet fell fire FITCH flame fool galoot gloom glory golden Governor of Oregon grave hand head hear heard heart Heaven Hell holy hoodoos Judge knew land lift live look Lord mind mortal naught ne'er never night nose o'er Pennoyer Peter PICKERING PITTS-STEVENS Pixley poet pray red storm rises RINGDIVVY Robert Morrow rogue rose Saint Saint Peter SARALTHIA Satan shadow shame Sing tooral iooral sleep slickens smile song soul spirit stand Stanford stood swear tell thee thine thing thou thought thunders tomb tongue tooral iooral iooral touch of frost Twas twere twill William Perry word
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Página 73 - In reference to his poetry, he once wrote to a friend : "You should not condemn me for debasing my poetry with abuse; you should commend me for elevating my abuse with a little poetry — here and there. I am not a poet, but an abuser." This is a sample of his abuse: To AN ASPIRANT What! you are a Senator? — you, Mike de Young? Still reeking of the gutter whence you sprung? Sir, if all Senators were such as you — Their hands so slender and so crimson too (Shaped to the pocket for Commercial work....
Página 309 - You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas ? It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom...
Página 27 - In testimony to a venial guilt. Live to get whelpage and preserve a name No praise can sweeten and no lie unshame. Live to fulfill the vision that I see Down the dim vistas of the time to be: A dream of clattering beaks and burning eyes Of hungry ravens glooming all the skies; A dream of gleaming teeth and foetid breath Of jackals wrangling at the feast of death; A dream of broken necks and swollen tongues— The whole world's gibbets loaded with De Youngs!
Página 241 - We can but mourn our loss, Though wretched was his life. Death took him from the cross — Erected by his wife.
Página 197 - tis of thee, Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing — Land where my fathers fried Young witches and applied Whips to the Quakers
Página 61 - To mock the new — beneath the sun Is nothing new; ideas run Recurrent in an endless track. What most we censure, men as wise Have reverently practised; nor Will future wisdom fail to war On principles we dearly prize. We do not know — we can but deem, And he is loyalest and best Who takes the light full on his breast And follows it throughout the dream. The broken light, the shadows wide — Behold the battle-field displayed! God save the vanquished from the blade, The victor from the victor's...
Página 197 - A RATIONAL ANTHEM My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing — Land where my fathers fried Young witches and applied Whips to the Quaker's hide And made him spring. My knavish country, thee, Land where the thief is free, Thy laws I love; I love thy thieving bills That tap the people's -tills ; I love thy mob whose will's All laws above. Let Federal employees And rings rob all they please, The whole year long. Let office-holders make Their piles and judges rake Our coin. For...