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1842–1914

TO W. H. L. B.

Ambrose Bierce

Refrain, dull orator, from speaking out, For silence deepens when you raise the shout; But when you hold your tongue we hear, at least, Your noise in mastering that little beast.

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TO W. H. L. B. · Ambrose Bierce · Poetry Cove