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Velocity Of Money
© Allen Ginsberg
Im delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
260. Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox
© Robert Burns
But now for a Patron whose name and whose glory,
At once may illustrate and honour my story.
479. Epigram on a Swearing Coxcomb
© Robert Burns
HERE cursing, swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a beau, or Dem my eyes!
Who in his life did little good,
And his last words were Dem my blood!
264. SongOn a Bank of Flowers
© Robert Burns
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
For summer lightly drest,
The youthful, blooming Nelly lay,
With love and sleep opprest;
327. On Glenriddells Fox breaking his chain: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
These things premised, I sing a Fox,
Was caught among his native rocks,
And to a dirty kennel chained,
How he his liberty regained.
139. Lines on Meeting with Lord Daer
© Robert Burns
Then from his Lordship I shall learn,
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as weels another;
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet with noble youthful Daer,
For he but meets a brother.
April Byeway
© Edmund Blunden
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend,
Be with me travelling on the byeway now
For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow
© Henry Lawson
THEY CHEERED him from the wharfit was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarfhis thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was Jolly Good, they sang it long and loud
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
Hed taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
The Song Of The Negro Boatmen
© Anonymous
So sing our dusky gondoliers;
And with a secret pain,
And smiles that seem akin to tears,
We hear the wild refrain.
242. The Poets Progress
© Robert Burns
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain.
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found,
The hornèd bull, tremendous, spurns the ground;
I've Got a Golden Ticket
© Roald Dahl
I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me
Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated. To The Right Honourable Mr. Harley
© Matthew Prior
From this wild fancy, sir, there may proceed
One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread;
That I, in fact, a real interest have,
Which to my own advantage I would save,
And, with the usual courtier's trick, intend
To serve myself, forgetful of my friend.
The Flight of the Goddess
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
A man should live in a garret aloof,
And have few friends, and go poorly clad,
With an old hat stopping the chink in the roof,
To keep the Goddess constant and glad.
149. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
© Robert Burns
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cockd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
The March O' Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights,
Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights;
Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest,
With every day a good one, an' every evening blest.
A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar
© Robert Duncan
But the eyes in Goyas painting are soft,
diffuse with rapture absorb the flame.
Their bodies yield out of strength.
Waves of visual pleasure
wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience.
136. PrayerO Thou Dread Power
© Robert Burns
O THOU dread Power, who reignst above,
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make this prayer sincere.
