Joseph Skipsey

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

The Darling - Poem by Joseph Skipsey

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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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  • Rookie I Am Charlie (6/26/2009 8:01:00 AM)

    she'd certainly be a darling to writers and poets. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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