Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (Амброз Гвиннет Бирс)

A Builder

I saw the devil-he was working free:
A customs-house he builded by the sea.
'Why do you this?' The devil raised his head;
'Churches and courts I've built enough,' he said.

1. Adair Welcker, Poet
2. Polyphemus
3. Convalescent
4. To the Bartholdi Statue
5. Matter for Gratitude

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