Poems by Ambrose Bierce

Sorted by title, showing title and first line

In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
A conqueror as provident as brave,
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!
Thou shalt no God but me adore:
The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows,
The pig is taught by sermons and epistles
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
Once I seen a human ruin
Day of Satan's painful duty!
The flabby wine-skin of his brain
Have but one God: thy knees were sore
How blest the land that counts among
O Liberty, God-gifted,
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning