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. A Lament For The Potato 8/2/2012
89. La Via Dolorosa 8/2/2012
90. Why Weepest Thou? 8/2/2012
91. The Exodus 8/2/2012
92. The Famine Year 8/2/2012
93. Tristan And Isolde. The Love Sin. 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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The Brothers

Tis midnight, falls the lamp‐light dull and sickly,
On a pale and anxious crowd,
Through the court, and round the judges, thronging thickly,
With prayers none dare to speak aloud.
Two youths, two noble youths, stand prisoners at the bar
You can see them through the gloom
In pride of life and manhood’s beauty, there they are
Awaiting their death doom.

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