Poems by Joseph Skipsey
The Hartley Calamity
... And fathers, and mothers, and sisters, and brothers, ...
The Dewdrop
... Arose and swept me to the ground, &emsp ...
Mother Wept
... Up and down the place he sped, ...
The Butterfly
... When looking at the prize hed caught&emsp ...
The Darling
... But then, just like your sculpture-lovers, ...
Get Up!
... My flannel dudden donn'd, thrice o'er ...
