Tag Archive for: Minna Irving

San Francisco

San Francisco 102 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.

NOBODY TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. 463.2 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…