Ballad of Reading Gaol II (Oscar Wilde Poems)
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IIHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
Version IHe did not wear his scarlet coat,For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen ...
I -There is no peace beneath the moon,-Ah! in those meadows is there peaceWhere, girdled with a silver fleece,As a ...
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naughtOf all the great things men have saved from Time,The withered ...
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of commonclayI had climbed the ...
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, ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
(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, ...
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires ...
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