Again: some practised beggars plead for alms
In moanful accent, and with dirty palms;
Some kindly creature on the coach throws down
A copper coin or two; they smile or frown,
According as the gift is small or great,
And then again they lazily retreat,—
Repeating, most persistently, the cry
To whomsoever may be passing by:
Perhaps at night, some place offensive slunk,
They curse the giver and get beastly drunk.