Dangerous effects of seeing onesself in a crooked glass.

A maiden cried, ' Alas ! .
With horror I'll expire,
Unless you bring me
That true glass
I bought of McIntyre.'

(C) James Mcintyre
03/31/2017


Best Poems of James McIntyre

• Indian Mutiniy
• Will Carleton
• Scottish Names In Oxford County
• Lines On London
• Mrs. Moody
• Lines On Niagaras [sic] Charms And Death
• Tennyson
• Saxe
• Lines
• London Children
• Burns And Scott
• Poetry
• Dr.springer
• Finale
• Ensilage
• Prologue
• Shelley
• T.d Mkee
• Bryant
• Masonic
• Millar