Ambrose Bierce

(24 June 1842 - 26 December 1913 / Horse Cave Creek, Ohio)

Ambrose Bierce Poems

201. Two Statesmen 9/29/2012
202. Unarmed 9/29/2012
203. Uncoloneled 9/29/2012
204. To The Happy Hunting Grounds 9/29/2012
205. To-Day 9/29/2012
206. A Whipper-In 10/1/2012
207. With Mine Own Petard 10/1/2012
208. A Welcome 10/1/2012
209. A Voluptuary 10/1/2012
210. A Warning 10/1/2012
211. Vanished At Cock-Crow 10/1/2012
212. Vice Versa 10/1/2012
213. Woman In Politics 10/1/2012
214. A Word To The Unwise 10/1/2012
215. A Wreath Of Immortelles 10/1/2012
216. Y'E Foe To Cathaye 10/1/2012
217. Ye Idyll Of Ye Hippopopotamus 10/1/2012
218. Unexpounded 9/29/2012
219. On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut 4/20/2010
220. A Possibility 9/29/2012
221. A Poet's Hope 9/29/2012
222. A Political Apostate 9/29/2012
223. A Promised Fast Train 9/29/2012
224. A Question Of Eligibility 9/29/2012
225. A Railroad Lackey 9/29/2012
226. A Rear Elevation 9/29/2012
227. A Reply To A Letter 9/29/2012
228. A Serenade 9/29/2012
229. A Song In Praise 9/29/2012
230. A Silurian Holiday 9/29/2012
231. A Soaring Toad 9/29/2012
232. A Social Call 9/29/2012
233. Corrected News 9/27/2012
234. Couplets 9/27/2012
235. Convalescent ['By Good Men's Prayers See Grant Restored!'] 9/27/2012
236. Convalescent [what! 'Out Of Danger?' Can The Slighted Dame] 9/27/2012
237. The Convicts' Ball 9/27/2012
238. Contemplation 9/27/2012
239. Censor Literarum 9/27/2012
240. Creation 9/27/2012

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Best Poem of Ambrose Bierce

Alone

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.

Read the full of Alone

Elegy

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.

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