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Слушать(AI)A Wreath Of Immortelles
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people
To push from power, here is laid aside.
Death only from the bench could ever
The sluggish load of his immortal part.
For those this mausoleum is
Who Stanford to the Upper House elected.
Their luck is less or their promotion slower,
For, dead, they were elected to the Lower.
Rash mortal! stay thy feet and look around—This vacant tomb as yet is holy ground;
But soon, alas!
Jim Fair will
These premises—then, holiness, good-bye!
George Perry here lies stiff and stark,
With stone at foot and stone at head.
His heart was dark, his mind was dark— "Ignorant ass!" the people said.
Not ignorant but skilled, alas,
In all the secrets of his trade:
He knew more ways to be an ass Than any ass that ever brayed.(excerpts)
Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (June 24, 1842– circa 1914) was an American short story writer, journalist, poet, and Civil War veteran. His book The De
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