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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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VIII. THE ENTREATY.

But, do not die! Sweet Cherub! do not die:
Yet fold within their human chrysalis
Thine angel-wings! We cannot yet let fly
The spirit from our gazing and our kiss:
It is a new and life-essential bliss
We've reap'd from thine existence; and the sky,
And all it girdleth, would but seem amiss
Without thy smile and little plaintive cry.
We've much to do with thee on earth, dear babe!
To see thee stagger on thy tiny feet;
To teach thee worded language—and so teach,
That thou hereafter may'st be as a stab,
Fatal, to wrong and woe. Live! We must reach
The grave ere thou, Love-Incarnation sweet!
28th March 1839.
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