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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Colonel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis a woeful yarn,' said the sailor man bold<br>Who had sailed the northern-lakes<br>'No woefuler one has ever been told<br>Exceptin' them called 'fakes.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go on, thou son of the wind and fog,<br>For I burn to know the worst!'<br>But his silent lip in a glass of grog<br>Was dreamily immersed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he wiped it on his sleeve and said:<br>'It's never like that I drinks<br>But what of the gallant gent that's dead<br>I truly mournful thinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He was a soldier chap-leastways<br>As 'Colonel' he was knew;<br>An' he hailed from some'rs where they raise<br>A grass that's heavenly blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He sailed as a passenger aboard<br>The schooner 'Henery Jo.'<br>O wild the waves and galeses roared,<br>Like taggers in a show!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But he sat at table that calm an' mild<br>As if he never had let<br>His sperit know that the waves was wild<br>An' everlastin' wet!-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Jest set with a bottle afore his nose,<br>As was labeled 'Total Eclipse'<br>(The bottle was) an' he frequent rose<br>A glass o' the same to his lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'An' he says to me (for the steward slick<br>Of the 'Henery Jo' was I):<br>'This sailor life's the very old Nick<br>On the lakes it's powerful dry!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I says: 'Aye, aye, sir, it beats the Dutch.<br>I hopes you'll outlast the trip.'<br>But if I'd been him-an' I said as much<br>I'd 'a' took a faster ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His laughture, loud an' long an' free,<br>Rang out o'er the tempest's roar.<br>'You're an elegant reasoner,' says he,<br>'But it's powerful dry ashore!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O mariner man, why pause and don<br>A look of so deep concern?<br>Have another glass-go on, go on,<br>For to know the worst I burn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'One day he was leanin' over the rail,<br>When his footing some way slipped,<br>An' (this is the woefulest part o' my tale),<br>He was accidental unshipped!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The empty boats was overboard hove,<br>As he swum in the 'Henery's wake';<br>But 'fore we had 'bouted ship he had drove<br>From sight on the ragin' lake!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And so the poor gentleman was drowned<br>And now I'm apprised of the worst.'<br>'What! him? 'Twas an hour afore he was found<br>In the yawl-stone dead o' thirst!'</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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Who had sailed the northern-lakes
'No woefuler one has ever been told
Exceptin' them called 'fakes.''

'Go on, thou son of the wind and fog,
For I burn to know the worst!'
But his silent lip in a glas..."></div>
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