Joseph Skipsey

(March 17, 1832 - September 3,1903 / Percy, Northumberland)

Joseph Skipsey Poems

41. The Oracle 9/5/2014
42. All Is Vanity 9/5/2014
43. The Parties 9/5/2014
44. The Social Glass 9/5/2014
45. A Word Of Good Cheer 9/5/2014
46. My Little Boy 9/5/2014
47. The Stained Lily 9/6/2014
48. The Violet And The Rose 9/6/2014
49. The Resolve 9/6/2014
50. God And The Right 9/6/2014
51. The Brooklet 9/6/2014
52. Uncle Bob 9/6/2014
53. Love Without Hope 9/4/2014
54. The Stars Are Twinkling 9/4/2014
55. The Question 9/4/2014
56. The Spell 9/4/2014
57. The Angel Mother 9/4/2014
58. Lo, A Fairy 9/3/2014
59. My Merry Bird 9/3/2014
60. I'M A-Weary 9/6/2014
61. The Two Visions 9/6/2014
62. The Songstress 9/6/2014
63. Site Is Not Fashioned 9/6/2014
64. The Crushed Aspire 9/6/2014
65. The Mysterious Rider 9/6/2014
66. An Error 9/6/2014
67. Becky Sharp 9/6/2014
68. Misfortune 9/6/2014
69. Iö Pæan 9/6/2014
70. Little Anna 9/6/2014
71. Cruel Anna 9/6/2014
72. Baloo 9/8/2014
73. The Ruin 9/8/2014
74. The Summer Breezelet 9/8/2014
75. Alas! 9/8/2014
76. Lotty Hay 9/8/2014
77. Dolly Dare 9/8/2014
78. Lilly And Willy 9/8/2014
79. Barbara Bell 9/8/2014
80. The Death Of Cleopatra 9/8/2014
Best Poem of Joseph Skipsey

The Butterfly

The butterfly from flower to flower
The urchin chas’d; and, when at last
He caught it in my lady’s bower,
He cried, “Ha, ha!” and held it fast.

Awhile he laugh’d, but soon he wept,
When looking at the prize he’d caught
He found he had to ruin swept
The very glory he had sought

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The Darling

Misfortune is a darling, ever
Most faithful to the minstrel race;
Let low-bred wretches shun them, never
Yet acted she a part so base.

True, oft by her the bard discovers
He's stript of all he once possest;
But then, just like your sculpture-lovers,
She likes her idols naked, best.

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