Tag Archive for: Minna Irving
San Francisco
San FranciscoSan Francisco
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She sits upon her seven hills,
All bare and blackened now,
A mourning vell of sable smoke
Obscures her stricken brow
She weeps above her dead that lie
Uncounted in the gloom
With ashes for a winding-sheet
And cinders…
NOBODY TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF.
UncategorizedNOBODY TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF.
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You married a maiden you thought to be rich,
And found that she hadn't a dime,
And, yoked to a flighty extravagant shrew,
You bewail your sad lot all the time
You dream of a girl who was pure as a pearl,
And…