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Poems (1895)

Wade, Thomas (1805-1875)

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TO CERTAIN “CRITICS.”
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FIFTY SONNETS BY THOMAS WADE.
 I. 
I. BIRTH AND DEATH.
 II. 
II. WHO MAY SAY?
 III. 
III. THE NEAR ADVENT.
 IV. 
IV. A WARNING.
 V. 
V. THE CHILD.
 VI. 
VI. TO MY CHILD.
 VII. 
VII. THE FEAR.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE ENTREATY.
 IX. 
IX. THE RETURN.
 X. 
X. THE BARRIER-BOND.
 XI. 
XI. HIGH-SPEAKINGS.
 XII. 
XII. THE FIRST DAY OF THE FOURTH YEAR.
 XIII. 
XIII. TO BABY.
 XIV. 
XIV. THE RESULT.
 XV. 
XV.
 XXV. 
XXV. ON HEARING SOME FINE MUSIC ILL-PLAYED.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. THE FACE.—I.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. THE FACE.—II.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. POETRY AND SCIENCE.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. COMPANIONSHIP.
 XXX. 
XXX. THE FALLERS-SHORT.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. THE SWAN.
 XXXII. 
XXXII.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. THE “POETRY OF EARTH.”
 XXXV. 
XXXV. THE SERE OAK LEAVES.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. THE SWAN-AVIARY.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. SPIRIT SOLACE.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. DECEMBER—MAY.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. THE SUN AND THE DAISY.
 XL. 
XL. THE ACCOMPANIMENT.
 XLI. 
XLI. THE CRUCIFIXION.
 XLII. 
XLII. THE MAN-“GOD.”
 XLIII. 
XLIII. TRACES.
 XLIV-XLV. 
XLIV.—XLV. BEETHOVEN'S “SONATA WITH THE FUNERAL MARCH.”
 XLVI. 
XLVI. CHRISTMAS 1866.
 XLVII. 
XLVII. WRITTEN AFTER HEARING GREAT MUSIC.
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. WRITTEN AFTER HAVING RECEIVED A PRESENT OF FLOWERS.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. A TRIBUTE TO THE PRESENT, AND A REMINISCENCE OF THE FAR PAST.
 L. 
L. TO THE PIANOFORTE.
  
THE CONTENTION OF DEATH AND LOVE.
  
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HELENA.

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V. THE CHILD.

Germ of a world of thought! that shall create
Thought-worlds, or else belie thy parentage—
What full profession doth thy spirit engage
Of all of which thine elders make debate,
And yet know nothing? What they contemplate,
Is it even now thy fresh mind's heritage
To know and feel, without that surplusage
Of reasoning which doth reason agitate?
There is no childish touch about thy look;
But seriousness and seeming thought-result—
A still-unwritten, but arrangéd book,
Which we are all too eyeless to consult:
But it assures us, as the heavens do,
Of infinite beauty veil'd by that we view.
18th December 1838.
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