Joseph Skipsey

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

Joseph Skipsey Poems

81. Lilly And Willy 9/8/2014
82. Barbara Bell 9/8/2014
83. The Death Of Cleopatra 9/8/2014
84. The Charmer 9/8/2014
85. The Broken Spell 9/8/2014
86. The Fairies' Adieu 9/8/2014
87. The Inner Harp 9/8/2014
88. The Fair Flower 9/8/2014
89. The Lucky Hour 9/8/2014
90. The Assurance 9/8/2014
91. The Secret 9/8/2014
92. The Bugle-Horn 9/8/2014
93. The Pearl 9/8/2014
94. The Two-Fold Suprise 9/8/2014
95. The Return 9/8/2014
96. The Bee And The Rose 9/8/2014
97. The Rose's Complaint 9/8/2014
98. The Echo 9/8/2014
99. The Minstrel 9/8/2014
100. The Seen And The Unseen 9/8/2014
101. The Fair Thief 9/8/2014
102. The Two Mirrors 9/8/2014
103. The One Solace 9/8/2014
104. The Syren 9/8/2014
105. The Cloud 9/8/2014
106. The Songstress 9/8/2014
107. The Bowl 9/10/2014
108. The Right Thing 9/10/2014
109. The Tower 9/10/2014
110. Too True 9/10/2014
111. What Else 9/10/2014
112. Hag Night 9/11/2014
113. The Witch-Glass 9/11/2014
114. Not The Bird 9/11/2014
115. Dame Malice 9/11/2014
116. Rumour 9/11/2014
117. The Critics 9/11/2014
118. The Petition 9/11/2014
119. Billy Taylor 9/11/2014
120. The Posy-Gift. 9/11/2014

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Best Poem of Joseph Skipsey

Bubble-Blowing

FROM the pipe-end off it glides,
Many hued appearing;
What, if cynic harsh derides,
Sets the boys a-staring.
In their eyes gleam its dyes,
Glow with radiance rarer
Till they cry 'how bright! Yon sky
Hath no planet fairer!'
Nay, nought else can be so fair,
Naught, sir, more entrancing;
Blow it here, blow it there—
Keep the bubble dancing!

Sailing thro' the air it goes,
While the urchins stretching
Out their chins, upon their toes
Blow the thing bewitching:
So blows Dick, and 'ha, ha!' cries,
At the ...

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The Hartley Calamity

The Hartley men are noble, and
Ye'll hear a tale of woe;
I'll tell the doom of the Hartley men -
The year of sixty two.

'Twas on the Thursday morning, on
The first month of the year,
When there befell the thing that well
May rend the heart to hear.

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