Lady Jane Wilde

(27 December 1821 – 3 February 1896)

Lady Jane Wilde Poems

1. Foreshadowings 8/2/2012
2. Man's Mission 8/2/2012
3. A Lament 8/2/2012
4. The Young Patriot Leader 8/2/2012
5. Attendite Popule 8/2/2012
6. Forward 8/2/2012
7. The Year Of Revolutions 8/2/2012
8. Ruins 8/2/2012
9. The Voice Of The Poor 8/2/2012
10. A Supplication 8/2/2012
11. To A Despondent Nationalist 8/2/2012
12. The Brothers 8/2/2012
13. Work While It Is Called To-Day 8/2/2012
14. To Day 8/2/2012
15. The Fall Of The Tyrants 8/2/2012
16. Who Will Show Us Any Good? 8/2/2012
17. William Carleton. Died, January 30th, 1869. 8/2/2012
18. The New Path 8/2/2012
19. Aspirations 8/2/2012
20. The Parable Of Life 8/2/2012
21. Vanitas 8/2/2012
22. Fatality.From The German 8/2/2012
23. Corinne’s Last Love-Song 8/2/2012
24. Our Fatherland 8/2/2012
25. Opportunity.From The Italian Of Machiavelli 8/2/2012
26. King Erick's Faith 8/2/2012
27. 'For Norge' From The Danish 8/2/2012
28. Salvation 8/2/2012
29. Misery Is Mystery 8/2/2012
30. Shadows From Life 8/2/2012
31. The Mystic Tree.From Ölenschlager 8/2/2012
32. The Poet At Court 8/2/2012
33. Farawell 8/2/2012
34. Catarian. From The Portuguese Of Camoens 8/2/2012
35. The Waiwode.From The Russian 8/2/2012
36. Budris And His Sons. From The Russian. 8/2/2012
37. Instability. From The Spanish.—sixteenth Century 8/2/2012
38. The Past 8/2/2012
39. The Fisherman 8/2/2012
40. The Ideal.From Schiller 8/2/2012
Best Poem of Lady Jane Wilde

Tristan And Isolde. The Love Sin.

None, unless the saints above,
Knew the secret of their love;
For with calm and stately grace
Isolde held her queenly place,
Tho’ the courtiers’ hundred eyes
Sought the lovers to surprise,
Or to read the mysteries
Of a love—so rumour said
By a magic philtre fed,
Which for ever in their veins
Burn’d with love’s consuming pains.
Yet their hands would twine unseen,
In a clasp ’twere hard to sever;
And whoso watched their glances meet,
Gazing as they’d gaze for ever,

Might have marked the sudden heat
Crims’ning on each flushing cheek,
As the ...

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A Supplication

“De profundis clamavi ad te Domine.”
BY our looks of mute despair,
By the sighs that rend the air,
From lips too faint to utter prayer,
Kyrie Eleison.

By the last groans of our dying,
Echoed by the cold wind’s sighing
On the wayside as they’re lying,

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