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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four Of A Kind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ROBERT F. MORROW</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear man! although a stranger and a foe<br>To soft affection's humanizing glow;<br>Although untaught how manly hearts may throb<br>With more desires than the desire to rob;<br>Although as void of tenderness as wit,<br>And owning nothing soft but Maurice Schmitt;<br>Although polluted, shunned and in disgrace,<br>You fill me with a passion to embrace!<br>Attentive to your look, your smile, your beck,<br>I watch and wait to fall upon your neck.<br>Lord of my love, and idol of my hope,<br>You are my Valentine, and I'm<br>A ROPE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>ALFRED CLARKE JR.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illustrious son of an illustrious sire<br>Entrusted with the duty to cry 'Fire!'<br>And call the engines out, exert your power<br>With care. When, looking from your lofty tower,<br>You see a ruddy light on every wall,<br>Pause for a moment ere you sound the call:<br>It may be from a fire, it may be, too,<br>From good men's blushes when they think of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>JUDGE RUTLEDGE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sultan of Stupids! with enough of brains<br>To go indoors in all uncommon rains,<br>But not enough to stay there when the storm<br>Is past. When all the world is dry and warm,<br>In irking comfort, lamentably gay,<br>Keeping the evil tenor of your way,<br>You walk abroad, sweet, beautiful and smug,<br>And Justice hears you with her wonted shrug,<br>Lifts her broad bandage half-an-inch and keeps<br>One eye upon you while the other weeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>W.H.L. BARNES</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy the man who sin's proverbial wage<br>Receives on the instalment plan-in age.<br>For him the bulldog pistol's honest bark<br>Has naught of terror in its blunt remark.<br>He looks with calmness on the gleaming steel<br>If e'er it touched his heart he did not feel:<br>Superior hardness turned its point away,<br>Though urged by fond affinity to stay;<br>His bloodless veins ignored the futile stroke,<br>And moral mildew kept the cut in cloak.<br>Happy the man, I say, to whom the wage<br>Of sin has been commuted into age.<br>Yet not _quite_ happy-hark, that horrid cry!<br>His cruel mirror wounds him in the eye!</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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Dear man! although a stranger and a foe
To soft affection's humanizing glow;
Although untaught how manly hearts may throb
With more desires than the desire to rob;
Although as void of tenderness as wit,
And owning nothing soft bu..."></div>
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