Lady Jane Wilde

(27 December 1821 – 3 February 1896)

Lady Jane Wilde Poems

81. Dedication To Ireland 8/2/2012
82. A Remonstrance 8/2/2012
83. France In '93 8/2/2012
84. The Old Man's Blessing 8/2/2012
85. The Dying Christian 8/2/2012
86. Sympathies With The Universal 8/2/2012
87. Destiny 8/2/2012
88. Why Weepest Thou? 8/2/2012
89. La Via Dolorosa 8/2/2012
90. The Exodus 8/2/2012
91. A Lament For The Potato 8/2/2012
92. The Famine Year 8/2/2012
93. Tristan And Isolde. The Love Sin. 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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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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