Nimrod - Poem by Ambrose Bierce
There were brave men, some one has truly said,
Before Atrides (those were mostly dead
Behind him) and ere you could e'er occur
Actaeon lived, Nimrod and Bahram-Gur.
In strength and speed and daring they excelled:
The stag they overtook, the lion felled.
Ah, yes, great hunters flourished before you,
And-for Munchausen lived-great talkers too.
There'll be no more; there's much to kill, but-well,
_You_ have left nothing in the world to tell!
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