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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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IX. THE RETURN.

Smile, Baby! for thy Mother home is coming,
Again to clasp thee to her yearning heart;
Both memory and hope her way illuming
To the calm nook wherein thou nestled art.
Thou canst not run to meet her, Baby dear!
Nor hast sweet worded music on thy tongue
But thou the music of her voice canst hear,
And o'er thee see her tender gazings hung:
And little recollections, fond tho' dim,
Enkindled in thy soul thro' ear and eye
Shall lend thee graces of the cherubim
Saluted by the breath of deity:
Stir all thy tiny limbs, and softly trace
Sweet love-assurance on thy pretty face!
31st March 1839.
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