<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An 'Exhibit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goldenson hanged! Well, Heaven forbid<br>That I should smile above him:<br>Though truth to tell, I never did<br>Exactly love him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It can't be wrong, though, to rejoice<br>That his unpleasing capers<br>Are ended. Silent is his voice<br>In all the papers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer he's a show: no more,<br>Bear-like, his den he's walking.<br>No longer can he hold the floor<br>When I'd be talking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The laws that govern jails are bad<br>If such displays are lawful.<br>The fate of the assassin's sad,<br>But ours is awful!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! shall a wretch condemned to die<br>In shame upon the gibbet<br>Be set before the public eye<br>As an 'exhibit'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His looks, his actions noted down,<br>His words if light or solemn,<br>And all this hawked about the town<br>So much a column?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The press, of course, will publish news<br>However it may get it;<br>But blast the sheriff who'll abuse<br>His powers to let it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, this is not ingratitude;<br>I'm no reporter, truly,<br>Nor yet an editor. I'm rude<br>Because unruly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because I burn with shame and rage<br>Beyond my power of telling<br>To see assassins in a cage<br>And keepers yelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Walk up! Walk up!' the showman cries:<br>'Observe the lion's poses,<br>His stormy mane, his glooming eyes.<br>His-hold your noses!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long, O Lord, shall Law and Right<br>Be mocked for gain or glory,<br>And angels weep as they recite<br>The shameful story?</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=342712" data-title="An 'Exhibit de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Goldenson hanged! Well, Heaven forbid That I should smile above him: Though truth to tell, I never did Exactly love him. It can't be wrong, though, to rejoice That his unpleasing capers Are ended. Silent is his voice In all the papers. No longer..."></div> </div> </div>

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