Lady Jane Wilde

(27 December 1821 – 3 February 1896)

Lady Jane Wilde Poems

41. Hymn To The Cross. Savonarola 8/2/2012
42. Cassandra. From Schiller 8/2/2012
43. Thekla. A Swedish Saga. The Temptation 8/2/2012
44. Undiné.From The Danish 8/2/2012
45. The Sin 8/2/2012
46. Suleima To Her Lover.From The Turkish 8/2/2012
47. A Warning. From The Danish 8/2/2012
48. La Sombra De Mis Cabellos. From The Spanish.—sixteenth Century 8/2/2012
49. Moral 8/2/2012
50. Constancy.From The Russian 8/2/2012
51. The Fate Of The Lyrist 8/2/2012
52. The Poet's Destiny 8/2/2012
53. The Exile 8/2/2012
54. Déillusion 8/2/2012
55. The Punishment 8/2/2012
56. The Expiation 8/2/2012
57. 'Tis Not Upon Earth 8/2/2012
58. The Dawn 8/2/2012
59. A Servian Song 8/2/2012
60. The Prisoners. Christmas, 1869. 8/2/2012
61. The Bridal 8/2/2012
62. Jesus To The Soul Savonarola 8/2/2012
63. Death Wishes 8/2/2012
64. The Itinerant Singing Girl. From The Danish. 8/2/2012
65. The Fountain In The Forest.From Lamartine 8/2/2012
66. Ignez De Castro.From The Portuguese 8/2/2012
67. The Knight's Pledge 8/2/2012
68. Have We Done Well For Ireland? 8/2/2012
69. The Faithless Shepherds 8/2/2012
70. Signs Of The Times 8/2/2012
71. Have Ye Counted The Cost 8/2/2012
72. The Enigma 8/2/2012
73. Discipline 8/2/2012
74. O’connell, Hibernæ Liberator Ad Limina Apostolorum Pergens Genoæ Obdormivit 8/2/2012
75. Memory 8/2/2012
76. Le Réveille 8/2/2012
77. The Lady Beatriz.Romance.From The Spanish.—thirteenth Century. 8/2/2012
78. God's Justice 8/2/2012
79. God's Mercy 8/2/2012
80. An Appeal To Ireland 8/2/2012

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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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The Enigma

Pale victims, where is your Fatherland?
Where oppression is law from age to age,
Where the death‐plague, and hunger, and misery rage,
And tyrants a godless warfare wage
'Gainst the holiest rights of an ancient land.
Where the corn waves green on the fair hillside,
But each sheaf by the serfs and slavelings tied
Is taken to pamper a foreigner's pride—
There is our suffering Fatherland.

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