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[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde

His Life and Selected Poems

Wilde, Richard Henry (1789-1847)

Poems: Fugitive and Occasional

TO IOLE

SOLOMON AND THE GENIE

[Farewell fair Florence! not I hope forever]

[The dream of life is over]

LINES IN AN ALBUM

TO ---

[Light be the turf on thy tomb]

LINES ON THE FIRST LEAF OF AN ALBUM

[I knew that this must end—at first]

[The future bard of Paradise in youth]

SONNET TO LORD BYRON

[There is a narrow cheerless cell]

[The full levee, the crowded hall]

REPLY TO SOME MELANCHOLY VERSES BEGINNING “WHY DO WE LIVE?”

[In youth's first flush when hearts are light]

WRITTEN ON THE LEAF OF AN ALBUM UNDER TWO DOVES BILLING

SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CAMOENS

EPIGRAM ON A DULL PREACHER FROM THE ITALIAN OF RONCALLI

SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CAMOENS

EPITAPH ON A POET FROM THE ITALIAN OF RONCALLI

SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CAMOENS

[Cast up a wreck by Fortune's tide]

TO ---

LINES WRITTEN IN MARY[']S ‘RELIQUIARIUM’

[Mary farewell! Like the ill-omened toll]

LOVE AND REASON ON THE DEVICE OF A SEAL REASON GIVING WINGS TO LOVE WITH THE LEGEND “SE VEDE, VOLA”

[Bright as the diamond of the mine]

[At home, with other friends, in after years]

FEMALE INFLUENCE

SONNET

ON BREAKING THE CHAIN OF A LOCKET

[What Alchemy's empiric art]

[It was as if he had been cast]

ON A SUN-DIAL NEAR VENICE

ODE TO EASE

BELPHEGOR

DIALOGUE

SONNET FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CAMOENS

EPIGRAM FROM THE ITALIAN OF DE ROSSI

[No wonder if thy pulses thrill]

[It was a just reproof! ... and yet I thought]

LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM

[Happy is he who sees thee smile]

[Choose as thou wilt! the land—the main]

[I have deceived myself! ... the dream was sweet]

[My hair is gray—the flower of life is past]

[My Sister! through how many trying scenes]

RUTH

[If it be love, in every pulse's tide]

[This life is but a horrid dream]

THE HERON

NAPOLEON'S GRAVE

[Go! go, thou art false!—thy tears thy smiles]

[Why is it then, the Earth and Sky]

[A sister's kiss—an infant's prayer—]

TO [---]

[A Rose between two Hearts—by moonlight given]

['Tis the hour when Twilight stealing]

BARCAROLA

[Zoe farewell!—How much is in that word]

TO A LOVELY BRUNETTE WHOM THE AUTHOR SAW AT HER LATTICE

[Why should her misery o'er my own prevail]

[You call me sad!—you err—I'm gay]

TO ---

[Yes! let us part, while yet we may]

[Oh! dearer by far than the land of our birth]

[Forget me not! or grave or gay]

NIGHT REVERIES

[In utter loneliness of heart]

[Good-Night! good night!—those few kind words are all]

ON POWER'S IDEAL HEAD OF ROGERS' GENEVRA

[In this dull world of books and men]

[Farewell! my more than father land]

[Lady farewell! ... bear with thee o'er the wave]

[In sad constrained and tedious hours]

LINES WRITTEN IN LADY ---'S ALBUM

[They say no Love's so deep—so pure]

[Cease, cease thy song! it tells me much]

[Come! come to us hither! the goblet is flowing]

[Here all is heartless, hollow, loud]

[Why is that gaze? Canst thou not tell]

Other Poems

ON MY BIRTHDAY

SONNET SENT TO CARLO BOTTA ON READING HIS HISTORY OF ITALY

[Daughter of Grecian Genius! from whose soul]

Anonymous (Italian)

Juan Meléndez Valdés ANACREONTIC

LINES WRITTEN BY THOMAS CHATTERTON WHILE MEDITATING SUICIDE IN THE AUTUMN OF 1770

LINES FOR THE MUSIC OF WEBER'S LAST WALTZ

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY

ON GREENOUGH'S WASHINGTON

Guido Guinicelli (Italian)

[Whilst busy Memory fondly strays]

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[Forget me not! or grave or gay]

Forget me not! or grave or gay
Joyous or sad whate'er thy lot
Whether to sigh, or smile, or pray,
Forget me not! forget me not!

Forget me not! O! no no no!
I could not bear to be forgot
Whate'er I am—where'er I go
Forget me not! forget me not!

Forget me not!—the world of me
May say and deem—I care not what—
I ask but one fond thought from thee
Forget me not! forget me not!

Forget me not! by night or day
Whate'er deceit may subtly plot
To lead thy heart from mine astray
Forget me not! forget me not!

Forget me not! O let no spell
Remembrance from thy bosom blot

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By every tone of voice and shell
Forget me not! forget me not!

Forget me not! my dust, my fame
May all in ... cold obstruction rot ...
So—thou wilt but preserve my name
Forget me not! forget me not!