<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342761" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Convalescent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! 'Out of danger?' Can the slighted Dame<br>Or canting Pharisee no more defame?<br>Will Treachery caress my hand no more,<br>Nor Hatred lie alurk about my door?-<br>Ingratitude, with benefits dismissed,<br>Not understanding what 'tis all about,<br>Will Envy henceforth not retaliate<br>For virtues it were vain to emulate?<br>Will Ignorance my knowledge fail to scout,<br>Not understanding what 'tis all about,<br>Yet feeling in its light so mean and small<br>That all his little soul is turned to gall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What! 'Out of danger?' Jealousy disarmed?<br>Greed from exaction magically charmed?<br>Ambition stayed from trampling whom it meets.<br>Like horses fugitive in crowded streets?<br>The Bigot, with his candle, book and bell,<br>Tongue-tied, unlunged and paralyzed as well?<br>The Critic righteously to justice haled,<br>His own ear to the post securely nailed-<br>What most he dreads unable to inflict,<br>And powerless to hawk the faults he's picked?<br>The Liar choked upon his choicest lie,<br>And impotent alike to vilify<br>Or flatter for the gold of thrifty men<br>Who hate his person but employ his pen-<br>Who love and loathe, respectively, the dirt<br>Belonging to his character and shirt?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What! 'Out of danger?'-Nature's minions all,<br>Like hounds returning to the huntsman's call,<br>Obedient to the unwelcome note<br>That stays them from the quarry's bursting throat?-<br>Famine and Pestilence and Earthquake dire,<br>Torrent and Tempest, Lightning, Frost and Fire,<br>The soulless Tiger and the mindless Snake,<br>The noxious Insect from the stagnant lake,-<br>These from their immemorial prey restrained,<br>Their fury baffled and their power chained?<br>I'm safe? Is that what the physician said?<br>What! 'Out of danger?' Then, by Heaven, I'm dead!</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=342761" data-title="Convalescent de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="What! 'Out of danger?' Can the slighted Dame Or canting Pharisee no more defame? Will Treachery caress my hand no more, Nor Hatred lie alurk about my door?- Ingratitude, with benefits dismissed, Not understanding what 'tis all about, Will Envy hen..."></div> </div> </div>

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