Athenasia (Oscar Wilde Poems)
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup ofsweet waters into a cup of salt tears, ...
Beautiful star with the crimson lipsAnd flagrant daffodil hair,Come back, come back, in the shaking shipsO'er the much-overrated sea,To the ...
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
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