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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Enoch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enoch Arden was an able<br>Seaman; hear of his mishap<br>Not in wild mendacious fable,<br>As 't was told by t' other chap;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I hold it is a youthful<br>Indiscretion to tell lies,<br>And the writer that is truthful<br>Has the reader that is wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enoch Arden, able seaman,<br>On an isle was cast away,<br>And before he was a freeman<br>Time had touched him up with gray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long he searched the fair horizon,<br>Seated on a mountain top;<br>Vessel ne'er he set his eyes on<br>That would undertake to stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing that his sight was growing<br>Dim and dimmer, day by day,<br>Enoch said he must be going.<br>So he rose and went away-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Went away and so continued<br>Till he lost his lonely isle:<br>Mr. Arden was so sinewed<br>He could row for many a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Compass he had not, nor sextant,<br>To direct him o'er the sea:<br>Ere 't was known that he was extant,<br>At his widow's home was he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he saw the hills and hollows<br>And the streets he could but know,<br>He gave utterance as follows<br>To the sentiments below:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Blast my tarry toplights! (shiver,<br>Too, my timbers!) but, I say,<br>W'at a larruk to diskiver,<br>I have lost me blessid way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'W'at, alas, would be my bloomin'<br>Fate if Philip now I see,<br>Which I lammed?-or my old 'oman,<br>Which has frequent basted _me_?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scenes of childhood swam around him<br>At the thought of such a lot:<br>In a swoon his Annie found him<br>And conveyed him to her cot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T was the very house, the garden,<br>Where their honeymoon was passed:<br>'T was the place where Mrs. Arden<br>Would have mourned him to the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what grief she'd known without him!<br>Now what tears of joy she shed!<br>Enoch Arden looked about him:<br>'Shanghaied!'-that was all he said.</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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Seaman; hear of his mishap
Not in wild mendacious fable,
As 't was told by t' other chap;

For I hold it is a youthful
Indiscretion to tell lies,
And the writer that is truthful
Has the reader that is wise.

Enoch Arden, ab..."></div>
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