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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pennoyer, Governor of Oregon,<br>Casting to South his eye across the bourne<br>Of his dominion (where the Palmiped,<br>With leathers 'twixt his toes, paddles his marsh,<br>Amphibious) saw a rising cloud of hats,<br>And heard a faint, far sound of distant cheers<br>Below the swell of the horizon. 'Lo,'<br>Cried one, 'the President! the President!'<br>All footed webwise then took up the word-<br>The hill tribes and the tribes lacustrine and<br>The folk riparian and littoral,<br>Cried with one voice: 'The President! He comes!'<br>And some there were who flung their headgear up<br>In emulation of the Southern mob;<br>While some, more soberly disposed, stood still<br>And silently had fits; and others made<br>Such reverent genuflexions as they could,<br>Having that climate in their bones. Then spake<br>The Court Dunce, humbly, as became him: 'Sire,<br>If thou, as heretofore thou hast, wilt deign<br>To reap advantage of a fool's advice<br>By action ordered after nature's way,<br>As in thy people manifest (for still<br>Stupidity's the only wisdom) thou<br>Wilt get thee straight unto to the border land<br>To mark the President's approach with such<br>Due, decent courtesy as it shall seem<br>We have in custom the best warrant for.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pennoyer, Governor of Oregon,<br>Eyeing the storm of hats which darkened all<br>The Southern sky, and hearing far hurrahs<br>Of an exulting people, answered not.<br>Then some there were who fell upon their knees,<br>And some upon their Governor, and sought<br>Each in his way, by blandishment or force,<br>To gain his action to their end. 'Behold,'<br>They said, 'thy brother Governor to South<br>Met him even at the gateway of his realm,<br>Crook-kneed, magnetic-handed and agrin,<br>Backed like a rainbow-all things done in form<br>Of due observance and respect. Shall we<br>Alone of all his servitors refuse<br>Swift welcome to our master and our lord?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pennoyer, Governor of Oregon,<br>Answered them not, but turned his back to them<br>And as if speaking to himself, the while<br>He started to retire, said: 'He be damned!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To that High Place o'er Portland's central block,<br>Where the Recording Angel stands to view<br>The sinning world, nor thinks to move his feet<br>Aside and look below, came flocking up<br>Inferior angels, all aghast, and cried:<br>'Pennoyer, Governor of Oregon,<br>Has said, O what an awful word!-too bad<br>To be by us repeated!' 'Yes, I know,'<br>Said the superior bird-'I heard it too,<br>And have already booked it. Pray observe.'<br>Splitting the giant tome, whose covers fell<br>Apart, o'ershadowing to right and left<br>The Eastern and the Western world, he showed<br>The newly written entry, black and big,<br>Upon the credit side of thine account,<br>Pennoyer, Governor of Oregon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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Casting to South his eye across the bourne
Of his dominion (where the Palmiped,
With leathers 'twixt his toes, paddles his marsh,
Amphibious) saw a rising cloud of hats,
And heard a faint, far sound of distant cheers
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