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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Black Bart, Po8</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome, good friend; as you have served your term,<br>And found the joy of crime to be a fiction,<br>I hope you'll hold your present faith, stand firm<br>And not again be open to conviction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your sins, though scarlet once, are now as wool:<br>You've made atonement for all past offenses,<br>And conjugated-'twas an awful pull!-<br>The verb 'to pay' in all its moods and tenses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were a dreadful criminal-by Heaven,<br>I think there never was a man so sinful!<br>We've all a pinch or two of Satan's leaven,<br>But you appeared to have an even skinful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth shuddered with aversion at your name;<br>Rivers fled backward, gravitation scorning;<br>The sea and sky, from thinking on your shame,<br>Grew lobster-red at eve and in the morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still red-handed at your horrid trade<br>You wrought, to reason deaf, and to compassion.<br>But now with gods and men your peace is made<br>I beg you to be good and in the fashion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's that?-you 'ne'er again will rob a stage'?<br>What! did you do so? Faith, I didn't know it.<br>Was _that_ what threw poor Themis in a rage?<br>I thought you were convicted as a poet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I own it was a comfort to my soul,<br>And soothed it better than the deepest curses,<br>To think they'd got one poet in a hole<br>Where, though he wrote, he could not print, his verses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought that Welcker, Plunkett, Brooks, and all<br>The ghastly crew who always are begriming<br>With villain couplets every page and wall,<br>Might be arrested and 'run in' for rhyming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then Parnassus would be left to me,<br>And Pegasus should bear me up it gaily,<br>Nor down a steep place run into the sea,<br>As now he must be tempted to do daily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, grab the lyre-strings, hearties, and begin:<br>Bawl your harsh souls all out upon the gravel.<br>I must endure you, for you'll never sin<br>By robbing coaches, until dead men travel.</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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And not again be open to conviction.

Your sins, though scarlet once, are now as wool:
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