Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered, and rolled; Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled; Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould; Price of many a crime untold; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad, a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary! To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, As even its minted coins express! Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE by THOMAS GRAY SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |