Money poems

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The Separated Women

© Henry Lawson

THE Separated Women

  Go lying through the land,

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The Hoodoo

© James Whitcomb Riley

Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded

  Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded

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Nothing At All In the Paper Today

© Anonymous

Nothing at all in the paper today!
Only a murder somewhere or other;
A girl who has put her child away,
Not being a wife as well as a mother;

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John Smith

© Eugene Field

To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be

  With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea;

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Nathan The Wise - Act I

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

  O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -

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The House Of Dust: {Complete}

© Conrad Aiken

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

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Tale XVII

© George Crabbe

RESENTMENT.

Females there are of unsuspicious mind,

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The Soul of a Poet

© Henry Lawson

I HAVE written, long years I have written

  For the sake of my people and right,

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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 20

© William Langland

Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,

Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;

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The Golden Age

© Alfred Austin

Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
 To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!

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The Passengers Of A Retarded Submersible

© William Dean Howells

THE GHOSTS OF THE LUSITANIA WOMEN AND CHILDREN
Oh, kind kin of our murderers, take us back when you sail away;
Our own kin have forgotten us. O Captain, do not stay!
But hasten, Captain, hasten: The wreck that lies under the sea
Shall be ever the home for us this land can never be.

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Limerick: There was an Old Man of Kilkenny

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Kilkenny,
Who never had more than a penny;
He spent all that money,
In onions and honey,
That wayward Old Man of Kilkenny.

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Alf’s Fifth Bit

© Ezra Pound

The pomps of butchery, financial power,
Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,
Then cut their saving to the half or lower;
When will this system lie down in its grave?

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A Tusculan Question

© Alfred Austin

One day as on an ass I rode,
  By many a twisting gully,
To where once stood the famed abode
  Of philosophic Tully,

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My Jolly Friend's Secret

© James Whitcomb Riley

Ah, friend of mine, how goes it,

  Since you've taken you a mate?--

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Farewell To Brother Jonathan

© Anonymous

Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the land
Of our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,
Who assumed all our rights as a favor to grant,
And whose smile ever covered the sting of a taunt;

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A Successful Dad

© Edgar Albert Guest

OTHERS may laugh at my feeble endeavor

To capture life's prizes, and others may sneer;

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Heads And Tails

© Franklin Pierce Adams

If a single man is studious and quiet, people say
  He is grouchy, he is old before his time;
If he's frivolous and flippant, if he treads the primrose way,
  Then they mark him for a wild career of crime.

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The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

© James Russell Lowell

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
  From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
  And twelve feet more of lawn.