{
 "id": "ambrose-bierce/my-lord-poet",
 "title": "My Lord Poet",
 "ordinal": null,
 "subtitle": null,
 "poet": "Ambrose Bierce",
 "poet_slug": "ambrose-bierce",
 "language": "en",
 "book": "Black Beetles in Amber",
 "book_slug": "black-beetles-in-amber",
 "book_kind": "volume",
 "sequence": 57,
 "container": "Black Beetles in Amber",
 "epigraph": null,
 "first_published": {
  "year": 1892,
  "venue": "Black Beetles in Amber (1892)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
  "uncertain": false,
  "sources": [
   "https://archive.org/details/blackbeetlesinam00bier"
  ]
 },
 "source": {
  "kind": "standard-ebooks",
  "repo": "standardebooks/ambrose-bierce_poetry",
  "file": "black-beetles-in-amber.xhtml",
  "upstream": [
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4793",
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12658",
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/12977",
   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/15599",
   "https://archive.org/details/collectedworksof04bierrich",
   "https://archive.org/details/collectedworksof05bierrich",
   "https://archive.org/details/collectedworksof08bierrich",
   "https://archive.org/details/shapesofclay00bier",
   "https://archive.org/details/blackbeetlesinam00bier",
   "https://archive.org/details/literarycalifor05mighgoog",
   "https://archive.org/details/cali07webb"
  ],
  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
 },
 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
 },
 "stats": {
  "n_lines": 14,
  "n_stanzas": 1,
  "n_parts": 0,
  "longest_line_chars": 50,
  "max_indent": 1
 },
 "site_ready": true,
 "parts": [],
 "stanzas": [
  [
   {
    "text": "“Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat;”",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Who sings for nobles, he should noble be.",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "There’s no non sequitur, I think, in that,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And this is logic plain as A.B.C.",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "Now, Hector Stuart, you’re a Scottish prince,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "If right you fathom your descent⁠—that fall",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "From grace; and since you have no peers, and since",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "You have no kind of nobleness at all,",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "’Twere better to sing little, lest you wince",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "When made by heartless critics to sing small.",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "And yet, my liege, I bid you not despair⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ambition conquers but a realm at once:",
    "indent": 1
   },
   {
    "text": "For European bays arrange your hair⁠—",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Two continents, in time, shall crown you Dunce!",
    "indent": 1
   }
  ]
 ]
}