<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Polyphemus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas a sick young man with a face ungay<br>And an eye that was all alone;<br>And he shook his head in a hopeless way<br>As he sat on a roadside stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'O, ailing youth, what untoward fate<br>Has made the sun to set<br>On your mirth and eye?' 'I'm constrained to state<br>I'm an ex-West Point cadet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>''Twas at cannon-practice I got my hurt<br>And my present frame of mind;<br>For the gun went off with a double spurt-<br>Before it, and also behind!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'How sad, how sad, that a fine young chap,<br>When studying how to kill,<br>Should meet with so terrible a mishap<br>Precluding eventual skill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Ah, woful to think that a weapon made<br>For mowing down the foe<br>Should commit so dreadful an escapade<br>As to turn about to mow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No more he heeded while I condoled:<br>He was wandering in his mind;<br>His lonely eye unconsidered rolled,<br>And his views he thus defined:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>''Twas O for a breach of the peace-'twas O<br>For an international brawl!<br>But a piece of the breech-ah no, ah no,<br>I didn't want that at all.'</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=342889" data-title="Polyphemus de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Twas a sick young man with a face ungay And an eye that was all alone; And he shook his head in a hopeless way As he sat on a roadside stone. 'O, ailing youth, what untoward fate Has made the sun to set On your mirth and eye?' 'I'm constrained t..."></div> </div> </div>

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