English poem
Epigrams, XCV (Grief and discomfiture are coals that…)
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
Grief and discomfiture are coals that cool: Why keep them glowing with thy sighs, poor fool?
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- Epigrams, LXXX (Artistically set to grace)
- Epigrams, X (A little heap of dust)
- Epigrams, XLIV (O proud philanthropist, your hope is…)
- Epigrams, XLVI (If Inclination challenge, stand and fight)
- Epigrams, XVII (Strive not for singularity in dress)
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