Joseph Skipsey

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

Joseph Skipsey Poems

1. The Darling 1/3/2003
2. The Butterfly 1/1/2004
3. The Dewdrop 1/1/2004
4. Lo, A Fairy 9/3/2014
5. My Merry Bird 9/3/2014
6. Mary Of Crofton 9/3/2014
7. Star And The Meteor 9/3/2014
8. Willy To Jinny 9/3/2014
9. Polly And Harry 9/3/2014
10. Young Fanny 9/3/2014
11. The Proud One's Doom 9/3/2014
12. Bereaved 9/3/2014
13. The Wilted Leaf 9/3/2014
14. Dora Dee 9/3/2014
15. The Lad Of Bebside 9/3/2014
16. Meg Goldlocks 9/3/2014
17. Poor Rose 9/3/2014
18. Rosa Rea 9/3/2014
19. Undeceived 9/3/2014
20. The Three Maidens 9/3/2014
21. The Breezelet 9/3/2014
22. The Seaton Terrace Lass 9/4/2014
23. Wonder-Bound 9/4/2014
24. Kit Clark 9/4/2014
25. My Loved One 9/4/2014
26. The Seer 9/4/2014
27. Tit-For-Tat 9/4/2014
28. Annie 9/4/2014
29. Away To The Well 9/4/2014
30. Sympathy 9/4/2014
31. The Mystic Lyre 9/4/2014
32. Away To The Fair 9/4/2014
33. Music 9/4/2014
34. Slighted 9/4/2014
35. The Modest Maid 9/4/2014
36. The Outcast Flower 9/4/2014
37. The Moth 9/4/2014
38. The Toast 9/4/2014
39. Two Hazel Eyes 9/5/2014
40. Omega 9/5/2014
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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Mother Wept

Mother wept, and father sigh’d;
With delight a-glow
Cried the lad, “To-morrow,” cried,
“To the pit I go.”

Up and down the place he sped,
Greeted old and young,
Far and wide the tidings spread,
Clapp’d his hands and sung.

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