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 ...
(NORMANDE.)I AM weary of lying within the chaseWhen the knights are meeting in market-place.Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed ...
It was night-time and He was alone.And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards thecity.And ...
We are resolved into the supreme air,We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart's blood each ...
Seven stars in the still water,And seven in the sky;Seven sins on the King's daughter,Deep in her soul to lie.Red ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burnedItalia, my Italia, at thy name:And when from out the mountain's heart ...
I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire, From passionate pain to deadlier delight, - I am too young to ...
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the ...
(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 ...
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life ...
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
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