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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Silurian Holiday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis Master Fitch, the editor;<br>He takes an holiday.<br>Now wherefore, venerable sir,<br>So resolutely gay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lifts his head, he laughs aloud,<br>Odzounds! 'tis drear to see!<br>'Because the Boodle-Scribbler crowd<br>Will soon be far from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Full many a year I've striven well<br>To freeze the caitiffs out<br>By making this good town a Hell,<br>But still they hang about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They maken mouths and eke they grin<br>At the dollar limit game;<br>And they are holpen in that sin<br>By many a wicked dame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In sylvan bowers hence I'll dwell<br>My bruised mind to ease.<br>Farewell, ye urban scenes, farewell!<br>Hail, unfamiliar trees!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth Master Fitch did bravely hie,<br>And all the country folk<br>Besought him that he come not nigh<br>The deadly poison oak!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He smiled a cheerful smile (the day<br>Was straightway overcast)<br>The poison oak along his way<br>Was blighted as he passed!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342676" data-title="A Silurian Holiday de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="'Tis Master Fitch, the editor; He takes an holiday. Now wherefore, venerable sir, So resolutely gay? He lifts his head, he laughs aloud, Odzounds! 'tis drear to see! 'Because the Boodle-Scribbler crowd Will soon be far from me. 'Full many a year..."></div> </div> </div>
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